Sometimes,
I think of you as a scar
Engraved forever on my heart
Sometimes,
I think of you as the sky
A void, holding all my trains of thought
I think of you as the morning breeze
Going unoticed until the second you sneak up on me
Sometimes I think of you as love
And sometmes I think of you as hate
sian.grace.carter (me) and A New Perspective
there lived a 14 year old girl with a competitive drive, loving heart, and a thing for excellence who began keeping a blog
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