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Jan 2016
She sleeps with a razor blade when she's hungover. She makes a game out of every sad thing. She's not as afraid as she should be but its fine because she's living on the streets.

Not once has she been spotted shedding a tear, or screaming for no good reason. Her fists shake with fury when she can't fall asleep, her lips tremble when she can't decide wether or not to eat.

She has a habit of not choosing just one, a room full of ex lovers. Who would be stupid enough to choose some love and not it all?

She is 16 but has lived many lives and bent her back a million different ways just to try to fit the curriculum of wherever she may be.

She usually sleeps alone at night and struggles to release any pain she is feeling

She watches boys break their knuckles against lockers and other metal things. She causes many problems, has passion for sleeping around and getting into bad things

She struggles to make up her mind, commit to non spontaneous things. Has a a bad reputation and doesn't care about enough of these things

I am 16,
My name is Josephine and I am afraid of dying and not knowing the answer to things
"Stop screaming and start listening"
Josephine
Written by
Josephine  Bridge City
(Bridge City)   
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   Pixievic and SPT
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