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Robbie MassoSeptember 27, 2016

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written by: Robbie Masso

@robbie.masso

Emotional, teenage angst.
The pain I feel is real.
The mirror is offering death,

drugs,

dominoes.

She offered me her hand
and I stayed in my cell.

I like to stress about nothing.
Leave me be, fairy godmother,
I’ll use your wishes when you’re dead.

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Aspiring writer influenced by the likes of Charles Bukowski, Hunter S. Thompson, Ernest Hemingway, F. Scott Fitzgerald, Jim Morrison, Bob Dylan, Langston Hughes, etc.

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