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Senior Year

School

Seven

******

Hours

Of

Our

Lives,

Feels like we're tied

Up in a world

Full of people trying to

bring us down.

In four years I've watched

My best friends' smiles

Turn to frowns

Only to be replaced by

Red lines on skin,

Straight like the coke she snorts

Just to get high

And FEEL something

For a little while.

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Published: Nov 11, 2015
LinesWords: 2061

Notes: This is old but I can't sleep
Tags: #sad #drugs #school #senior #coke

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