We might as well

call all this trauma, a learning experience. I'm about ready to open up to the world, though..because the hugs, donuts, laughs, and circles on my back look and feel pretty dang good.
I am no less because of the little you make me feel.
I am..rewiring this little high school heart.
And building up enough of thin skin to keep it alive. I regret the color on this said skin..thank you for hiding it, in yours.

I'm tired of hurting myself..and you have me all up and coffee-buzzed, again. Hm, what a few extra hours in school will do. Hm, what a few amazing opportunities, pointed out, will do.

No more hurt. Let's tell the world to lighten up :-)

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