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written by: Robbie Masso



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



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.

Robbie Masso

Robbie Masso

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

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