We never looked back, and that was the best part of it all. I had never thought I would find myself in these situations, but I never regret them.
I never regret the smell of smoke that saturates my hair and clothing, or the reoccurring detentions.
I've come to love the burning sensation that comes with this freedom.
I am on fire.
But I never get burned.
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Academy Of American Bullshit
PoetryCollection of poetry, parts of short stories, and the occasional rant written by an artist who is angrier than she'd like to admit.
