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My Story Is...

Blasting music so loud they no one can hear you cry.

Cry because you can’t do much else.

Sneaking out of your bedroom window to hang out with some fake friends.

Sneaking into bars, getting tattoos and piercings.

The fear of rejection is a strong feeling.

Being in the “in crowd”

I had so much love and you stole it.

Every secret broadcasted to every ear.

I was so dumb.

I let you in when I should of run.

You stole everything and left me to my rum.

My Appearance

6’7 and depressed.