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Description
To who it may concern,

She’s
An extraordinary girl
In an ordinary world
And she can’t seem to get away…

The “dummy” seems to have failed the crash test.
The flower has wilted from this burning acid rain.
This city is burning to the ground as we speak, leaving nothing for us to live for.
Nothing but a chaotic lifestyle we may soon refer to as “normal”.
Whatever that may be.

Goths, preps, druggies…
In the end we all die the same.
We all bleed crimson blood.
We all scream into the darkness, when we finally realize all hope is lost.

I.
Am.
The.
American.
Dream.

I don’t smoke (not yet, anyway).
My grades are fair enough.
I’m pretty sane.
I used to think that my ultimate goal in life was to be someone younger kid could look up to.
I remember when I was younger, I had no one to shadow. Not my father, nor my mother. Both of them were either gone, or so wasted I couldn’t stand being in the same room as him.
Don’t think you know how I am.
Don’t ever assume that about a person.
You may as well throw an egg in their face and tell him to hate you.

Hate is a powerful word, they say.
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But words will never hurt me.
Hah, right.
“Slut.”
“Cunt.”
“Whore.”
Like those don’t hurt you just a little bit.
Don’t lie.
Liars go to hell.

WHO’S COMING WITH ME?

*Someone in the far back raises their hand*
No, not you.
You’re stupid and we all hate you.
Have a nice day.

Description
To who it may concern,

She’s
An extraordinary girl
In an ordinary world
And she can’t seem to get away…

The “dummy” seems to have failed the crash test.
The flower has wilted from this burning acid rain.
This city is burning to the ground as we speak, leaving nothing for us to live for.
Nothing but a chaotic lifestyle we may soon refer to as “normal”.
Whatever that may be.

Goths, preps, druggies…
In the end we all die the same.
We all bleed crimson blood.
We all scream into the darkness, when we finally realize all hope is lost.

I.
Am.
The.
American.
Dream.

I don’t smoke (not yet, anyway).
My grades are fair enough.
I’m pretty sane.
I used to think that my ultimate goal in life was to be someone younger kid could look up to.
I remember when I was younger, I had no one to shadow. Not my father, nor my mother. Both of them were either gone, or so wasted I couldn’t stand being in the same room as him.
Don’t think you know how I am.
Don’t ever assume that about a person.
You may as well throw an egg in their face and tell him to hate you.

Hate is a powerful word, they say.
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But words will never hurt me.
Hah, right.
“Slut.”
“Cunt.”
“Whore.”
Like those don’t hurt you just a little bit.
Don’t lie.
Liars go to hell.

WHO’S COMING WITH ME?

*Someone in the far back raises their hand*
No, not you.
You’re stupid and we all hate you.
Have a nice day.