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A/N: I'm starting to put more effort into these titles than the poems themselves.


Teenage girls own the world

Unique distressed jeans

Follow the trends by all means

A love song is all you need to get your number one

A locked and loaded gun

He's pretty, funny and wants your money

The control is obtained

Success is contained

When we change in a week

We realise yesterday's future was always bleak

We can never see their faces

High waisted wasted spaces

When all the stars are dead

When no more stars are born

When will they sell the world?

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