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by Arcassin Burnham Like an angel forsaken and dipped in hellfire, *she was a girl of many things and many talents when the school ****** don't really expire, she was a good liar, she was something more electric like a live wire, Did so many things that she wasn't proud of that a real teen wouldn't do, girls all over school disgracing her name , like just be glad it wasn't you, been at it since 8th grade and still ain't change in the actual, But a nice home , good man ,two kids and a dog would be virtual, Almost like a simulation because she thinks it won't ever happen, remembering her last boyfriend , her was eyes were blackened, was never a role model , she'd tell them to join the wagon, i'll meet you at the bus stop, As beautiful as heaven and destructive like her dad, lived at nana's house to go to school , she was the only one she had, and she was always sad, because her grand daughter that she loved dearly was simply going mad, Had her first child with a guy that'll never leave her side, that'll never black her eyes , that'll never make her cry, but instead in the midst of situations he would dry her eyes, took her to rehab and showed how to be a strong person, He Saved her life before her life could even worsen, I see your happy at the bus stop.
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Jan 8, 2017
Jan 8, 2017 at 10:57 AM UTC
Bus Stop
by Arcassin Burnham Like an angel forsaken and dipped in hellfire, *she was a girl of many things and many talents when the school ****** don't really expire, she was a good liar, she was something more electric like a live wire, Did so many things that she wasn't proud of that a real teen wouldn't do, girls all over school disgracing her name , like just be glad it wasn't you, been at it since 8th grade and still ain't change in the actual, But a nice home , good man ,two kids and a dog would be virtual, Almost like a simulation because she thinks it won't ever happen, remembering her last boyfriend , her was eyes were blackened, was never a role model , she'd tell them to join the wagon, i'll meet you at the bus stop, As beautiful as heaven and destructive like her dad, lived at nana's house to go to school , she was the only one she had, and she was always sad, because her grand daughter that she loved dearly was simply going mad, Had her first child with a guy that'll never leave her side, that'll never black her eyes , that'll never make her cry, but instead in the midst of situations he would dry her eyes, took her to rehab and showed how to be a strong person, He Saved her life before her life could even worsen, I see your happy at the bus stop.
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Jan 8, 2017
Jan 8, 2017 at 10:57 AM UTC
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