This is the part where
teenage girl holds angst
against the world.
Where she bears every right to, though it is her fault
for being so foolish.
Why should she ever trust
that chance can
work it’s magic again.
May 15, 2013
May 15, 2013 at 6:55 PM UTC
This is the part where
teenage girl holds angst
against the world.
Where she bears every right to, though it is her fault
for being so foolish.
Why should she ever trust
that chance can
work it’s magic again.
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