Autobiography (Seeking Cyrus pt. 4)

Cyrus, born in the summer of 2015

He matured so quickly; He became sixteen

A teen made solely for perfection

To have an esteemed lover's collection

He loved to write poems and plays

And love to wrestle for days and days

He was a hipster of modern definition

He was cute and style efficient

He was always happy; never depressed

He was supposed to have girls obsessed

Yet at night when he laid in his bed

Celeste would cry, and wish himself

Dead.

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