little blurbs

Dotted faces

My face is still dotted with occasional acne. I still complain about the little things and sit like a cry baby. I still run around in streets during midnight and spin in circles while looking at stars. I still hold my friends’ hands and my sister’s when I cross the street. I still cringe a little bit at the smell of alcohol and the idea of getting drunk.

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