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To life as it is
And to life as it was.
To pointless questions,
Answered just with 'Because.'
Sitting cross-legged on the street,
Not caring whose cookies you eat.
Gettin your hands dirty.
Being recklessly flirty.
Unbelievabely pretty
And oh-so-darn witty.
Trans-genders,
Hot band members.
See-through shirts
And mini-skirts.
Fishnet tights,
Cold Winter nights.
Poppers,
Show-stoppers.
Cutting your own hair,
Friends that are always there.
Breaking up,
Making up,
Faking it,
Talking s**t
Smoking,
Joking.
Crazy blue wigs,
And kick-a** gigs.
Being a b***h,
Every attempt is last-ditch.
Fluttering lashes,
Beneath heart-shaped glasses.
Trying too hard,
But not trying at all,
Wondering who'll be there,
To catch you when you fall.
Sticker stars,
Animal bars.
Heart achin'
Bones breaking.
Uncertainty
Of what will be.
Living for tomorrow,
Wallowing in your sorrow.
Kisses
Wishes
Hits and misses.
Crushes,
Weave brushes.
Boys that are so luscious.
Underwear as outerwear,
What's mine is yours, you've gotta share.
Skinny a** foreign girls,
It's such an amazingly small world.
Skating and hating
Simultaneous dating,
And endless waiting.
Boring
Alluring
You know you won't ever be the same
Define yourself
And shout your name.
To the random moments that make us who we are.
Life and Death and all in between.
The classic cliche of being a teen.
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