Writing has always been my safe haven. The thing that grounds me, drives, and secures me to and on this earth. What can I say? My talent is average at best. I try, I fail. The momentum and the addiction are up, I can not stop. I will never stop. But, average at best is unsettling when you love something so much.
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High School is so fake. These girls, I see them prick and pry at each other. Looking for blood and many times finding it. Meaningless, all of it. They strike, We strike. Cycles and Cycles of hurt, anger, blood lust.
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