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So, I'm Pretty?“That’ll be seven dollars and fifty cents, please,” said the man behind the counter. A girl with shaggy, long, dark hair with bangs that obscured her eyes, fingered her jeans’ pockets and hoped that she would find change that added up to seven fifty. She was in luck – a crumpled ten-dollar bill was wedged in the recesses of her pocket. She tossed it on the counter, grabbed her change and cigarettes, began unwrapping the pack, and pulled out one of the tobacco-filled tubes from its case. She pulled a pink colored lighter and lit the cigarette, as she turned around and left the store.
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“Ya know, Nita…” The girl glanced back at the smiling man behind the counter, whose luminescent white teeth stood out strongly against his dark skin. “you’re still a bit young ta be smokin’ those cigs.”
Nita smiled a bit and gave a sarcastic chuckle. “Whatever. Who are you, my father?”
As soon as Nita left the store, the fr
PukeI'm losing more faith than I started with.
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I gave all I had to the disgusting myth
That success makes people happy, no, not me,
The world is nothing like the paintings you see.
Every time someone promises me something
I end up standing with my empty hands open
And I'm done with toxic friendships
Cause I got sick of the poison drip
In my drinks, everywhere but my shower,
The only place I feel safe for about half an hour.
I decided it'd be better to stop caring,
Another strategy to keep me from baring
My soul to those that refuse to understand
Because all of them turn out to be bland.
Lost control of my life, up at all hours
Just grasping at a little chunk of power,
Been trying to find a job but I got no car
Or anything that would get me that far
Except my resume, Eagle Scout, community service,
Guess that community doesn't think I'm worth it.
Sometimes I feel like I should stop trying,
Can't do much living so get busy dying;
Mom thinks I'm a deadbeat and dad's even worse
But I don't thi
IfIf I could draw
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I'd design cartoons
With a similar face
To me or you
Where a family of sponges
Raise their young with lies
And show you how only
Parents have abrasive sides.
If I could sing
I'd touch your soul
With a voice so lamenting
You'll think twenty is old,
The tears down my face
Telling you sad stories
Of how many times I've lost
And had to keep going.
If I could dance
I'd capture your heart,
Hopefully with bigger muscles
We would not have fell apart,
But I've never wanted to dance,
Rarely wanted muscles,
I just wish to be known as good,
Why my brain's caught in tussles.
If I could be a man,
At least by their definition,
I would be consumed
By the power of infection,
I much prefer to be both,
With grace and power together
Instead of sadly apart,
I believe fluid flows better.
If I could speak
I'd do so without stuttering,
But I'm stuck going slow
Because everyone's interrupting
Me, I'd like to be listened to,
For someone to show me
My thoughts are of value,
And maybe they'd even