5:42 AM
I wish I had met you
before I had become ruined
before the dirt covered my skin
before I let him in
I wish I had met you before
anguish lingered in every kiss
Before loving me meant taking a risk
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Wow.
In a few short lines
you capture the angst
of being a teenager.