11:12 PM, 10/15/2025

I wasn't always like this-

I wasn't always with friends or have perfect grades. I didn't always have shoulder lengthen hair.

I didn't always have eyes that changed colors depending on everything. 

I wasn't always done growing in height, the shortest one in my family. 

But I wasn't always strong. I wasn't always forcing myself to eat that next meal so that a spiral couldn't unravel in me.

I wasn't always healthy. I wasn't always rosy cheeked and pale skin, not dead skin.

I wasn't always scared.

Of the government.

Of my teacher who is too old to be giving dating advice or staring at my blond hair. 

I wasn't always me at 11:12 PM, 10/15/2025.

And I won't be tomorrow.

Nola_hall

WA

13 years old

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