I watch the streetlight a flicker and I think of you, the way you would love me every other moment. You tell me that you're sorry, but I won't accept it. This tiny glowing screen with you smile filling the little thing, it'll make me happy for now..
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The Story Of A Teenage Dirtbag
PoetryThis is composed of all my writings, simple poetry that expresses how I feel
