i have always been bashful might as well have called me bambi. in the end will i be? will i be the same little kid that i was when i first met him? first heard him? am i even the same now? in this crazy world am i just the Beeton in a bright city, that laughs at emotions. that feeds off of fear. will i ever been the same after looking into those (put the color of eyes you wish here) eyes? no. i won't. i will never be the same bashful 13 year old that wondered a little to far away from home, that was shown the real world.
No. i will never be the same
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