I know her bedroom like the back of my hands, and I can tell you all about her bedsheets we laid on so many nights. I know that the color of her walls are pink and vibrant just like her, while my bedroom is different shades of blacks and greys, dull and bitter like I was most days and that's all I really now as of now, that I think we prove the theory opposites attract
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teenage fools
PoetryI write poetry about life, death, love, hurt, depression, and basically everything.
