S E V E N T E E N

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S E V E N T E E N; come to an end

Clouds surrounding the clear blue sky
What is worst? To live or die
Spoken words are mistaken as lies
We take risks and wonder why

The pushing of buttons, click again
Would you rate yourself one out of ten?
Ten years later, you'll be the same
Walking in and out feeling drained

Milkshakes spilled on the tiled floor
You are sometimes either called a bitch or a whore
You've realized that your time is up
Deep into pills and bleeding cuts

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sorry for not updating for centuries anyways hope you enjoy this poem :)

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