I was fifteen when I sold my soul to the local dentists daughter
For just a couple of bucks and a pack of Marlboros
I stole it back and ate it
Because that's how a fifteen year old would recoup his soul I suppose
Looking back
Really
I only ate a piece of notebook paper
I am a ginger and you know what they say...
It was all a waste of damn time....
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At First Glance
PoetryWell, this started originally as a plan to put up all my old writings from early teens on but has kinda developed into it's own new thing. Some are old and some are just thoughts as they come to me. All the ups and downs and things once thought mayb...
