being a teenager in today's world
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I was 15 the first time I cut my wrist,
Blood dripped from an eyebrow razor,
The wounds it inflicted healed faster than those born with scissors.
what is the nature of love, to observe a person that encaptivates u, to gaze at the most complimentary qualities of a person, and misguidely believe you are traversing the depths of their soul, for how can one truly dive beneath the surface, the f
Girls.
We can't have too many guy friends,
Because then we must be sleeping around.
We can't hang out with a guy unless we are dating them
I see my friends crying on the weekends, on holidays, on their birthdays
As they worry their away-at-college boyfriends will cheat on them
