I love you.
No wait, I take that back.
I love the you before you started hanging out with the wrong people. Before this, you were the smartest person in the class.
You could have been somebody. You were strong and confident. I miss the old you."
It hurts inside when you find something that someone else has written, and it looks painful. It hurts even worse when you reflect on this and realize that you could be that exact person.
This kills me, this is the main reason why I could never be a high school teacher, because I wouldn't know how to help, my job wouldn't be to help. I've seen so many people, young, beautiful, innocent people turn into these moody, ugly creatures you wouldn't recognize anymore, if it weren't for that obvious aura they give off. Deep down, a person never changes, the outside changes and so does that little bit right underneath the surface. But that beautiful, caring person never leaves. All it is, is hidden.
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