My love

by Rianna Blight   May 13, 2021




When I was younger
I used to dream of being Jasmine
I wanted to be an Indian princess
Riding on a magic carpet
with the boy I loved
then when I got older
I realized nothing is rainbows and magic
and then realized I supported to rainbow
I grew up thinking if you like a girl it was a sin
then I became one

if happiness is a sin, then i'll rot in hell

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