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Smell of hair spray, the sound of giggles and squeaks,
a small, shower of fairy dust everywhere.
10 years 5 months ago
I saw a soul taken away
By thirteen bullets one day in May
He was nineteen, he was my kin
10 years 5 months ago
I'm sick and tired of all these games,
I'm sick of chasing,
Sick of complaining.
10 years 5 months ago
sometimes
I sit
until night quits the sky
wanting for answers
to wonderings why
10 years 5 months ago
You only write once is a very true statement. My generation is motivated by money, power, and respect.
10 years 5 months ago