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#27; 14 August 2005
Messed up room
Seventeen
Cigarette fumes
Wanting to scream
...watching TV.
Grown up now
without a word
You refuse how
To see that I could
...or why I would
or why you should
Let me.
Seventeen
Cigarette fumes
Wanting to scream
...watching TV.
Grown up now
without a word
You refuse how
To see that I could
...or why I would
or why you should
Let me.
Published 16th Oct 2012
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16th Oct 2012 3:04pm
This is about being 17, alone in a full house. Probably in trouble again. Probably going to sneak out again...This written piece was directed at my mom.
17th Oct 2012 6:28am
You no doubt have good reasons; this smacks of being against parental direction. (I hope it is just parents and not all older people)
