Fly
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She wanted to know how to fly, so she spent her days getting high. You can all agree with me, that the biggest scientific breakthrough would be for there to be a possible way for humans to fly. And we all know the song 'I Believe I Can Fly', and some are even so idiotic to attempt flight to it. Well, I guess I'm being a bit of a hypocrite in the way of saying 'idiot'.. 18 year old drug addict, super suicidal, super crazy, and super dumb. We meet up, light up, and puff away, or constantly stab our arms with syringes to let the high take us away like a kite, caught in the clouds. But we all know, when you fall down, you're a right mess. I just can't take it anymore. What if my parents find out? Copyright © 2015 __wintermelodies__
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Why can't teenagers just be teenagers? We are young, we want to live, we want to love and be loved, we want to do crazy shit, make mistakes, break our own hearts, risk our lives and lose our money. Why? Because that's how it's supposed to be... You can't take the teenager out of us, as much as you try, and if you force them to suppress it then you create a tragedy. I was one of them once, the sort of kids you all want your children to be, quiet, respectful, scared of breaking the law, few friends, I didn't drink smoke or take drugs, and did my homework like a nice little Angel. In short I was perfect, and I absolutely hated it, I had no reason to live. But then Sam came along, he was running away- from what? I didn't really care; I just knew that if I didn't go with him, I'd die inside. We loaded his car then drove away, it was as easy, and fricking scary as that. What did we do after that? Where did we go? Oh nothing much really, just a little holiday to Mexico...

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