December 7, 2014
I'm never going to fall in love.
I'm scared (and the drop looks dangerous).
You lose all sensibility when opiated on the strange drug
I plan to be alone forever
I plan to kiss every truly beautiful person I meet
I plan to grow old and stylish running around with nobody by my side
I plan to be lonely (that's the only company I need).

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Circles
PoetryTales of friendships gone stale and words from a teenager with borderline personality disorder.