Biography
literally a teen living the worst dream.
Samples
One. Two. Three. The clear droplets ran down the surface of a transparent car window The downpour of drips blurred something only eyes could follow. I saw colour. A beautiful mix of colours of my surroundings. When the shades blended together I felt safe. It was something I couldn’t explain. As though everything around me was getting a wash A restart button A new beginning A new story......... (From 'Hope in the rain') I’m like the wallpaper on somebody’s walls, no one would even notice if I was being teared or ripped apart, Then it starts to take over my attitude my behaviour my mood Yet they see it like a tradition, a sort of thing that happens once it’s ‘old’ enough, once i become a teenager. But I’m breaking, yet it’s masked by a genius at illusions, just like the magicians that keep you guessing....... (From 'me.')
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