Missing
Dear freshman self,
Don’t become a mold
Don’t let your humor disappear
Don’t become a slave
Don’t let him bring you discomfort
Don’t become a shadow
Don’t let your fear stand in your way
They sense your pain
But you don’t
Blind eyes
Who are you?
How did you let him
Turn you into a completely different person?
Poor dove
Wings clipped
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