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i am sixteen and my future lies in my hands but its being pulled and tugged at by things like scholarships leadership positions GPA not such a straight path now, is it i am sixteen and discovering a new joy stumbling upon the passion you were always meant to find leaving the stagnant for the bold and burning and enchanted shows a lack of dedication so i sit in my lovely self-made cage round and round on the merry-go-round i wonder where it will spit me out? we are sixteen and the gloves and the stiff lips have failed to take note of our dear fickle hearts and the immense courage with we run the scorched shadowy dreams in our eyes that cannot be discovered in the time it takes to find a prom date
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Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 9:38 PM UTC
Fourteen Hundred and Sixty Days
i am sixteen and my future lies in my hands but its being pulled and tugged at by things like scholarships leadership positions GPA not such a straight path now, is it i am sixteen and discovering a new joy stumbling upon the passion you were always meant to find leaving the stagnant for the bold and burning and enchanted shows a lack of dedication so i sit in my lovely self-made cage round and round on the merry-go-round i wonder where it will spit me out? we are sixteen and the gloves and the stiff lips have failed to take note of our dear fickle hearts and the immense courage with we run the scorched shadowy dreams in our eyes that cannot be discovered in the time it takes to find a prom date
this is the most angsty thing I've ever written ever sorry
sylviebird
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Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 9:38 PM UTC
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