Living in a Mask
Dear my First Love,
When i first met you, I never dreamed you would steal my heart like you did.
Once i let you in enough, you took over and completely wrecked my world.
You transformed me into a differnt person; I was the worst possible version of myself.
You broke me and could not careless. You left instead of helping my pick up the peices.
You thought I would crawl back to you, but I am stronger than you think.
I turned myself back into someone I was proud of without you.
So, yes, you were my first love and I will always remember you.
However, I am not hiding who I am for you or anyone ever again.
Sincerely, The Best Me.
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