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Rated: E · Poetry · Emotional · #2163098
13-year-old smokers and 15-year-old pregnant s
I miss the days when the mere thought of leaving the comfort of the people who loved us most, even for a few hours, made us hug the leg of our "mommy" and scream and whimper.
When we would play for the day and come home for nap time
but now I'm just a second choice
now my "friends" have taken my voice

my name, just looked over as they scroll through their contacts
my number erased in their mind but not their phone
plans canceled at the last second
sitting home alone
waiting by my phone
my hopes tossed higher than the moon
before getting let down for a Boy or a Buffoon

where, now, people make bad decisions and Self-Deprecating thoughts consume their laughter

Oh, I miss the days...
where boys had cooties and girls were revolted by them
but now girls are artificial and boys
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