she likes
the dangerous boys.
the boys who kill,
the boys who smoke,
the boys who steal,
the boys who don't care.
her mama said never to trust boys like that.
"lucy, they don't love you."
she doesn't care.
her friends are scared.
"lucy, they're just going to hurt you."
she doesn't care.
her teachers are concerned.
"that lucy is only going to get herself harmed someday."
she doesn't care.
where is lucy now?
lucy's gone.
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sweater weather
Short Story♥ so let me hold both your hands in the holes of my sweater ♥ a collection of drabbles, musings, and poetry.
