Find yourself, please.


Teen years.

Originally posted on aconfusedteenagerwrites:

      ;she stared at the pictures of her for they reminded her of her.

Blue pleasant eyes turned dark and as haunted as a grave. Brown hair painted red and blue, the only colourful part of her body. Pale skin now inked black and heart as hollow as a pit hole and as dark as a moonless night.

 ;she cried because she didn’t remember herself for she was lost.

It’s funny how we all can forget the way we used to smile when we didn’t care about the world.

             It’s funny how we can forget the person we used to be when we were young enough to play with teddy bears.

              It’s funny how we can forget how we used to dress up.

It’s funny how we forget ourselves over a period of time.


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