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Lone Wolf May 2014
The soft pitter patter of raindrops
Falling on the pavement
Interrupted by our shouts,
As we play In the puddles.

Splashing each other
Playing keep away
with Christians lighter
Interrupting the peace

Clothes soaked through. Dripping with muddy water
Didn't know I was going to play in the rain today
White tshirt. Red bra. Oops.
These skinnys are going to be hell to get off. Oh well...

Mother won't be happy. I'll probably get in trouble.
But it's worth it. I won't let her ruin it.
I'm going to have some fun today,
Come hell or high water.
me and my friends were out playing in the first warm rain yesterday... Puddles almost half a foot deep it was great. Of course, mother didn't think so. I got her precious new carpet wet... "When are you going to grow up and act your age" hmmm... Never? Ish. Sounds good to me.
Christian zeal Nov 2013
Seeing relationships crumble,
Mine in one peace.
Title of a Uncle...
Is that me?
Red Toms, black skinnys in a old tank.
Was that free?
Bullets fly across the table of imperfect people things.
Now where is peace?
Something under the table still kicking me as I scream "calm down"....please.
Looking at the bruises, now was that cheap?
When you were old enough to walk, you were either given a Barbie doll or a Tea Set. Because you were a little girl, and apparently, since you are a girl who has just been given life herself, you should be in charge of a life. From the time we were able to run, you were given tutus and ballet shoes. Because a girl should be graceful and quiet, poised and elegant. "Look at this pretty doll, Suzie!" and "Why are you always getting into such messes!" are things that should never coexist in a little girl's life.

What happened to being who you want to be? I want to mosh to Green Day, not learn how to play Clair de Lune on a piano. What happened to those days when you could run around and not care who saw you?

Because now your life revolves around: "Does this shirt match these jeans?" and "I wonder if he'll look at me if I wear more make-up?" I long for a life where I was never raised to believe that being a little girl meant looking beautiful for someone else. I want to live a life where I can look stunning in a band tee and skinnys, and not give a **** what anyone thinks.

Because what happened? You grew up and met the world. And the world ate you and spit you back out.
* I really don't like this one, but think what you will*

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