She Loves His Gangsta Hats && I Love His Skater Shoes

[[Talking About My Best-Friend and My Boyfriends]]

She Loves his Gangster Walk && I Love His Skateboard Tricks

Bruised arm, scarred heart,
tears stream, tortured dreams,
here one day, gone the next,

Part of my first poem check it out!!!

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If Barbie is so popular, why do you have to buy her friends?
*Not Mine*

I wanna run but only far enough to make you miss me <3

You'd think they'd realize something was wrong, me in the shower, but i wasn't singing. =[

My darkest enemy is my deepest fear

The girl I used to be, not the girl that isn't me

He is my one in a [million] yet to him im only [one] of a million

She cried when this last [scar] wasn't [deep] enough, [deep] enough to see, but not [deep] enough to feel.