The energy grew from the well written stars
Fury of life created a hate, bitter to my own taste.
A teenage outcast, creating a rebellion
Can only reach so far.
Sometimes, when the edge is expanded,
You may never fall off;
Which is all I ever wanted.

The nights grew weary,
Elaborate and cold
Disguising my child-like poeticalness
And tender age.
Drugs circled my eyes
And discrimination flowed through my veins
Giving me what I asked for.

Stumbling to the ground
Laughing with conscience
I shouldn't have trusted him.
My eyes closed, not knowing what was to come.

With an eternal slumber, I awoke
Hung over in a resembling way.
Noticing the impurities I rendered
And the seclusion I would endure
Created the reservation
Of this broken soul.
 
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