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 Oct 2014 Grace P
20something
and when there's almost no memory that will remain
with the harsh sting of 80 proof
running poison through your veins,
all i wish to be is your drunken text
because my name on your tongue is all you had left
 Oct 2014 Grace P
Daniel Wetter
Nonsense.
No sense.

The essence of low friends,
in places
you mistake for a shade of grey that you know steams,
from the black and white of compromise,
that satisfied your wild side,
but at brighter times the child cries,
from inside your mind that amplifies;
your mistakes, because they're special.

Aren't they special?
they're unique and defeat is something to revel.

So the focus is a must,
in lies we must trust,
the instinct to sit and think
and adjust whats unjust.
Disgusting is love,
that is crushing the truth
of whats to be done, now the blame is on you.

If something is wrong,
to run,
is the fun of being crazy.
Insanity is trying this whole thing on a maybe.
Maybe it'll change,
maybe I will too.
Acceptance is scary,
but scary is you.
 Oct 2014 Grace P
LeaveThisLife
At 15
The trees have only lost their leaves 15 time
There have only been 15 first snow falls
All we want do to at this age is grow up
But why are we in such a rush
Slow down
Watch the leaves change colors
Lay outside and watch the sunset
Wait around for the first star to make its appearance
Love someone
Live in the moment
Stop rushing
Because once the day is gone, you can't get it back
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