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Apr 2015
I can no longer hold my bones together
with the arms of boys who want only one thing
I can no long stay silent and let others write my story
I chase drinks and dreams, but never people
And I am not your typical teenager drunk on the idea of love and living recklessly
I am living for myself
And tomorrow
Not a lot of inspiration lately guess I've got writers block.
Written by
Null  Far away, USA
(Far away, USA)   
     am i ee and Emilie
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