Loving the bad.

Loving the bad.

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I think about you every time. Every time I drive past that place. The place we wished to blow up. Not school Not your mothers house But that good awful dam wall. And I fucking miss you. You where always there, Playing with my hair or singing songs quietly under your breath to put me to sleep But now you gone, but I guess that's what I get for loving the bad.
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"I'll miss you soooo much Em" I said tears filling my eyes. I didn't want to go, but I also did. This was one of my only chances to get a new life. My mum was worried, my dad was worried, even my brother. They all thought I was an outcast car crash. They always told me to go back to my old self, but how could I? He was my everything and he left me. I shake the image out of my head as I head back to my mums car.

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