1983, skipping along the road in your grandma’s boots
The girl smiled a smile full of subtle charm, her eyes scanned her surroundings, filled with houses and trees, with cars of different unique colors that urged her to run her hands over the polished metal.
Who was she though? If you asked the kids of the neighborhood, you would think of her as a withering sensation of unavoidably boredom. A stream of small talk.
How one perceives someone is different though, and even though she knew how her perception of herself wouldn’t change others views, she liked to think of herself as a person of a steady babble talk and laughter.
All perceptions were a vague jumble of chaotic impressions. Yet all the magic of youth and joy of life was in her.
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unedited 🥺 inspired by a playlist my friend made me 💕