so, i'm back bitches. did you miss me?
amiyah reeves is a pen name, might change it, might not.
"angels" is going through massive reform right now. i feel really motivated to work on it after three years.
All my friends are heathens,
I wish I'd been a, wish I'd been a teen, teen idle,
We all are living in a dream, but
I'm coming home, tell the world,
Mind over matter makes these things feel so real
I've been trying thing they call happiness for a while,
I'm waiting for this cough syrup to come down,
We're still vagabonds,
Who cares if one more light goes out in a sky of a million stars?
Is this the way a toy feels when its batteries run dry?
It's the lie of an american teen.
But then I think
How rare and beautiful it is,
To even exist.
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- JoinedAugust 7, 2015
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guess who's back bitches and editing "angels"it's been a good three years or so, and i hate my writing, haven't read the mortal instruments since, so wish me luck. i know i left everyone hanging on...View all Conversations
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