We lived on the stale smoke that drifted from the ends of our cigarettes, and the taste of alcohol on the tip of our tongues. We liked the hazy set our minds get into, and the way we slur our words and laugh randomly. It made us, scarred, broken and lost, and we felt insane. But it wasn't the case where it was our mind controlling the painful ways we think, it was more like the world turning in vibrant colours. And it felt good.
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Teen FictionHe walked with such swagger, a sense of nonchalant and utter coolness to him. With his hair like ivory, and a cigarette dangling from his mouth, no-one knew what was truly hidden behind Aiden Brookes. Everyone knew him as one of those kids to stay a...
