They sat close to me, some younger girls in the bus. They had colourful phones and had backpacks at their feet. I watched, and I observed silently. She had a boyfriend, but did she ever had fear of him cheating? Some of them probably have never even touched a boy before. They might not even care. They aren’t plagued by desires and the need for attention. Why did we grow up so fast?
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Semi-personal blog. Dutch and English poetry and stories that document my life. Sincerely believes in writing as a form of therapy. View all posts by Josephine