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in my blood at my school
Not old enough to be ordered
Fuck
Just stuck up old bitchs
Telling me no to living
The pictures labeled barely legal
so strangled by rules
someone take me
runaway defines my heart
mind
daydreaming all day
cut take me
such straight out roles
prom foootball
sickening
they tell me not to talk
they are all wrong with their limits
i give a cold stare
try as i freeze over
Fuck
Just stuck up old bitchs
Telling me no to living
The pictures labeled barely legal
so strangled by rules
someone take me
runaway defines my heart
mind
daydreaming all day
cut take me
such straight out roles
prom foootball
sickening
they tell me not to talk
they are all wrong with their limits
i give a cold stare
try as i freeze over
Published 31st Mar 2013
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3rd Apr 2013 12:51pm
i can view this from a male perspective at least i try. i get what i try to, i feel like something in this is making me reminisce of previous expiriences in the school part. and the rabbit hole i fell in running of cutting. they tell me not to talk too. more then they, everything- is what i defined the they as. cold stare-freeze over, i find it very well written.
5th Apr 2013 12:49pm
