"They told me I could be myself, but that was before I told them who i truly was. Now they're forcing me not to be myself. How am I supposed to be myself when I'm busy pleasing everyone else?"
-the lost and unknown excerpts of the untold life of my tumblr boy softpunk-:-
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After Midnight
Poetry..because its only after midnight when all the rebels, misfits, trouble makers, broken hearted and losers are alive.
