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There's nothing more depressing than pigeons in the park. Did you know that stars are most likely burnt out by the time we see their light? Your soft lips in the light of the exit sign,
Five feet from the stop sign, scraped and shivering From the streaks of air that buffeted All the world but you. You squatted on that plastic stool.
What am I to do When the guns come marching by In their hollow faces and rickety skin
Dear past self, When you feel the night wrap around your strong shoulders, know that they are filled with stardust, not just the chaos of emotion that swells in between them.
Boredom is killing us. It makes us reckless. Veronica Russell
Reckless, Constantly crossing accomplishments off of my bucket list, As I sit at my dining room table writing this,
Young and Wasted
Teen Who are we? We the nameless, shameless Youth of everlasting sameness? So similar yet so unique, Our secrets seemingly forever, And promises we strive to keep.
Funny how we thought live fast and die young would forever stay at the tips of our tongues, as we kissed and commingled with smoke in our lungs, we said it was just fun, what could it hurt, b
A shot fired across the decka weakened hull. A turning tide.Well, all our anchors hang on chainsand dangle off our changing minds.
Dear young Dear reckless
Wild and Reckless, thank you so much as you reflect on all of us. Wild and Reckless, we appreciate this. We will never forget the bad name you gave us.
I find myself in laughterAs my breath fogs up the windowAnd I write my last wordsBefore I am send to learn moreToday is not the usual day.