growingpains
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Burn choke crack
Smoking Crack
To fill the crack
Smells like crack
To just get some smack
Id be alive again
Feel alive again
Try again
Walking on eggshells
I watch myself grow and I feel unreal and I think about the moments that define us:
Something your father said fifteen years ago,
The first time you held your breath,
A four-leafed clover in the grass next to the sidewalk;
Dear Itzmir,
We started out as friends, then we became more than what we started out as.
Our relationship was texts that went on all night, we would be on the phone for