Dear Diary,
I'm going steady
Mostly he's awesome
If a bit too "rock and roll"
Lately he's bumped off
Three of my classmates
God, have mercy on my soul
They were just seventeen
They still had room to grow
They could have turned out good
And now we'll never know
Dear Diary,
My teen angst bullshit has a body count.
YOU ARE READING
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