s i x t e e n

oh, I'm just a waste of skin

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I'm sixteen when I fall for another trap because life's not worth anything if there's

not

a boy

but I'm good enough now, right?

No.

She wraps her arms around me and tells me it will be okay. That I can be better, that I can be good enough, that

I can.

I'm sixteen and I believe her, because she believes in me.