Everything started with a bed, a simple glance and a deadly smirk. That's how everyone is created, those drenched reasons filled my memory. Every god damn person. Love had to rush through you're veins, even if it was for money. Whether you're being fucked or what.
I stared in the clear window, I started to picture how things would of been if I wasn't born. If I didn't end up in this spiraling world that hates me. I'm filled with 24/7 drama that's dripping from every ones lip, they think they can pour their lies down my throat. I just end up throwing it back up all the time, screwing up. I am the trash that's smeared into the cement, the trash that you step on. The trash every boy screws over, the trash every girl talks about, the trash every family throws away.
Yeah, thats me.
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Resist (Preface)
General FictionEmmy (Emerald) is a mixed up, confused teenage girl. She has a scratching past that echoes through her head and wont leave. But thats not the only thing that wont leave her alone.
