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May 2014
only escaping problems
I'm sick of all my friends trying to convince me
they are the lifers with a rebellious touch
They're confidence mixes far too much with arrogance
sometimes
I wanted to be a little wild, so I changed my fashion
I wanted to discover, so I travel without my mom's permission
but I don't feel a thrill that people talk about
I feel absolutely nothing when I'm using foul language
and my emotions are surely blank when wind is going through
my hair in an 90 mph car,
I feel nothing but the arrogance beaming off of the driver
"trying to beat the speed limit"
and I guess I'm not good at much?
it's ok
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