Once

November 24, 2022

Once I was young. Once I was happy. Once I was innocent.

Once I wasn't a teenager. Once I wasn't sad. Once I wasn't dirty minded.

But now.

I am a teenager. I am sad. I am dirty minded.

I am hurt. I am struggling. I am suicidal. I am depressed. I am anxious.

I am not young.

Like I once was.

Once.

I was.

And now I am not what I was once.

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