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I wanna be the girlI wanna be the girl thats on your mind
I wanna be the girl that you call mine
I wanna be the girl that holds your hand
The one you hug when its cold.
I wanna be the girl that you call late at night
I wanna be the girl that makes you smile
I wanna be the sunshine of your day
the girl you kiss goodnight
I wanna be the girl to look into your eyes and say im yours.
He's the oneHe knows when I need him, stays up late at night.
Hes the one who puts the smile on my face that I share with the world.
Hes the one that loves me, and cares like no one else.
Hes the one that will wait for me, when everyone keeps walking.
Hes the one that texts me cute messages.
He is the one that I can trust without any doubts.
But really, hes the one I cant live without.
Teenage TaoismGiving birth is the closest I’d ever felt to dying.
Before that, my near death experiences had consisted only of my silent announcement of pregnancy—silent, being that my social media accounts were all deleted almost simultaneously and I never returned to school in the fall, saying without really saying that I had caught the malicious disease of “teenage pregnancy”. I’m sure the whisper spread in the hallways like the Bubonic Plague. That September, sitting at home on what would have been the first day of my senior year, I imagined friends I’d never talk to again saying “she was only seventeen, and so full of life!” at my absence in the cafeteria tables, as if they were attending my funeral instead of talking about me behind my back.
"Full of life," I had snorted then, folding a never ending stream of what had once been my own baby clothes. "Literally."
I walked around like a zombie for the months of my pregnancy, deciding t
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