Badlands||5SOS

Badlands||5SOS

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5sos
Hello, and I'm sorry A salutation and a farewell I don't have much time This Times New Roman is going to fly from my fingertips like a plague of moths The hollow black letter shells crunched into the ground like the skin of a cicada This is all that's left, and you can do whatever you want with it Keep it to yourself or let it serve as a warning This city is disgusting; a corpse of what it used to be The people are filthy, gluttonous Ruled by the power exchange of sex from the hands of the proletariat to the bourgeoisie The tops of the skylines buzz with the lacklustre enthusiasm The ground level is caked in dirt and rust and grime And the people that dwell there wake and rub the filmy layer off their lukewarm eyes There are some here I love Some who fear me And some who wish I was dead I didn't ask for this No one asks for this You're born into it You grow up oblivious and sheltered And one day the evil realities of this place hit you square between the eyes like a perfectly aimed bullet If this were a movie I would ride off in some blood red sunset down a stretch of desert road into the wasteland that keeps us here But this isn't a movie These are the BADLANDS... ____________ ©halseyscliffoconda 2015
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Camera

My escape from Springfield, Massachusetts, came in the form of an exchange program to New Delhi, India, one plane ticket for 11:00 am on the thirteenth of July. I left, taking a big suitcase and my camera. I told myself I left for the experience I'd have there, but maybe I left because of the experience I'd had here. I don't know. All I know is that I left, and then I met Maya Sumedh. Luke Waters came into my life at 12:00 pm on the fourteenth of July, a Saturday. Probably the weirdest Saturday of my life - I picked up a cute guy from the airport, was in a car crash and stayed up the whole night talking to said cute guy. Maybe I even fell in love but I didn't know it until much later. All we had was four months and camera. A camera which proved more important than we ever imagined.

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