I apologize. I’m more tired than normal and still have to write.
Today was the first time. Not the first time at an amusement park, but the first time with my friends. Today was the first time I spent the day with them. The whole day; a new feat. I used to feel so happy being so alone and I reckon I still do. But today was so perfect so different, I’m not sure how to feel.
Who have I become?
tags: verse viernes, poem, thing a day, 1 to 200
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