How to Fix a Teenage Girl?
I'm trying to remember what it was like but it is hard. The feelings and emotions. The idea that the little was big. Trying to remember why I hated my parents. And then why I choose to love them again. How it felt to be alone. And wanting to not be alone. What I wanted from people and what I wanted to do by myself.
Remembering there is no fixing. Only love.
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