Lyrical

Lyrical

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"Why must we always hurt the ones we love?" _____ He grabbed my wrist tightly and hustled me through the crowd. I pushed and shoved everyone in my way as he practically dragged me through without a care in the world about who we pushed. Once we got outside I yanked my arm away and pushed him further away from me. "What is your problem?" I yelled. "How could you be up in there kissing that loser, Genesis? Can't you tell his using you?" "Using me for what? I'll have you know he hasn't asked me for a God damn thing other than my name." "Haven't you realized half of your lyrics have been used in his songs? He just changes up one stupid word and adds a few cusses." He said. "What's wrong with that?" "I—We made those lyrics together, Genesis. We spent so much time working on it and its not fair that he can come make a stupid song off of them. How can this not bother you? Are you that blinded by his clothes and shit that you can't realize this shit?" "You know what, bye."
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Mess

"I'm not good for you, Scott." I say, my voice sounding louder than it did in my head. Scott rubs his face in exasperation and groans before turning to face me. "Sky, you are. You are and that's why I'm in love with you, because you're good and I hate it because I'm constantly afraid that you'll push me away like you did before, but I love it at the same time because you make me want to be good too, to give a shit about things. Christ, I quit smoking for you and it's been hard but I want to make you happy. Because you are good, and I know because you've been through so much crap and you are still so fucking beautiful, inside and out. If you leave me now I won't be able to cope, please. Please, Sky." At this point his hands are covering mine, kissing them with endless pleads and his eyes are glazed over and impassioned, burning with the fire of a thousand suns, boring into mine as he gives himself to me and I'm utterly overthrown. ******************************************************************* Boys. Make-ups. Break-ups. Parties. Drinking. School. Friends. Enemies. In other words, being 16-going-on-17. Sky Brodie is heading towards the end of Sophomore year in California, dragging along with her an endless bane of uncomfortable predicaments. What do you do when the world is trying to make your life unspeakably miserable? How do you work your way through a Mess?

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