we all sat on couches, laughing at the stupidness of the high teenagers
the vape mod was passed around, it was like each hit we took as took a silent oath that everything that had gone down was to stay between us
vape smoke tumbled from our lips like giggles and curses, my throat burned from nicotine.
rifle shots rang in the night and so did the giggles and screams of frightened people
for them it was a typical saturday in a small town, but to me it was more
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Poetry"sticks and stones may break my bones but my thoughts will fucking kill me." welcome to the mind of a girl who has a lot to say but doesn't. *bare with me, the few parts aren't the best. it gets better, I promise :)* *genuinely just need an open sp...
