I guess the world didn't like the way we looked. Sneered and smirked emotions plastered on our faces. Hollowed out cheeks from shared heroin needles and glazed over eyes from our all nighters. Alcohol rings stained at our lips center, bubbling our stomach acid to the brim as we get sick on the thought of one day that we'll ever be loved. Jiving out hipbones on promiscuous girls with hungry eyes down their curls. Drug dealing demons pocketing your cash, about 3 kilos of cocaine already in your dash. We liked the sound of sirens, filling our ears. You hated them, as I recall you had heard banshees screaming. LSD, haha, it's messing with your reality.
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RandomI will write my deepest, saddest thoughts here. Warning, you may cry, or scream, or tell someone you love them more then ever. But please don't be angry with me.
