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G Oct 2015
When I was little
I thought being teenagers had the best life.
Staying up late, no rules, being able to drive,
having a boyfriend, having a phone
Little did I know
those late nights would be spent with tears streaming down my face,
the rules were still there, just about how I have to cover my shoulders to avoid ****,
I had to resist driving into something to end my life,
I would have my heart broken by a stupid guy,
having a phone was what caused me to want to die.

— The End —