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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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