She wants to live. She wants to have one night stands she'll regret in the morning. She wants to smoke until her house becomes an empty box, tobacco pieces littering the floor. She wants to graffiti the walls of skyscrapers and well-oiled, uptown building, with her artistic mind and her artistic hands. She wants to break into old buildings that should of been torn down long ago. She wants to live, but she stays at home, her head in the water, with absolutely nowhere to go. She wants to live, but she doesn't because she has no one to live with.
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teenage fools
PoetryI write poetry about life, death, love, hurt, depression, and basically everything.
