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Im a girl in constant in struggle
Tell me that Im cute
Im Innocent a bit
I dont wanna see your naughty pictures
I need to be picked up
make to feel better.
Ive had to much darkness
I need a bandaid
I am quite adventurous
In a different way then people would describe in here.
I were snake boots
If you dont know what that is
I dont think you would be right for me
Some of my favorite past times Is listing to the train coming around the corner blowing its horn echoing in the lonely valley I live in.
You can tell by the sound of the train when storms are coming
I lay at night also listening to historical sounds of the passing generations of boys burning tires on stone roads. They dont know I listen to how far their echo can go in the dead of the night.
My first broken heart came from a boy like that. Always on.
His dirt bike too. .
You know you get older When you actually listen to the words of night moves by Bob Seger. Happy bitter sweet memories
I know the cracking sound of the Iblue ice
the night speaks but no one listens
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| Age: 19 |
| LA,
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