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Author: a.breathing.spot
Fiction Rated: M - English - Poetry/General - Reviews: 1 - Published: 11-05-07 - Updated: 11-05-07 - Complete - id:2434738

I would like to repeat myself no more than twice

And twice is one too many

So why are we asking these questions?

And choking down these answers?

She’s confused and don’t worry

Crystal meth made her popular

And what would you give to be popular?

He’s done those dirty deeds in the back sheds

Didn’t tell his mother, threw those girls across the back seat

We’re train wrecks

Gorgeous and glorified

Please sit straight and pay attention

Pick out ten things you’d love to change

not about others, only yourself please

I’ve been counting calories since I was born

Learned to put my finger down my throat before I was two

My gag reflexes are amazing, perfect at best

And what do you have to say about yourself?

No one accepts a second hand love for anything

She was beaten by her boyfriend

But she was loved

And his uncle molested him

But he was loved

So please ladies pack your bags

Find a street corner

Make some money

We have no brains

We are useless

And boys, you’re not men yet

Unless you can take advantage of the drunk girls at parties

And leave a bruise the size of your palm on your mothers face

We’d kill to be everything

And everything we wish to be will kill us

So I’m smoking until my lungs give out

And getting my arms ready for track marks

The most important lessons in life

Include spreading your legs and empty pill bottles

Generation after generation

How easily trained we are


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