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Songbird SanitariumWhat a gorgous couple the student body judged as loners started falling, But we don't tolerate originality or true love.
So here is my plan we'll leave them to the dark, don't let them trust.
Suspicion will ruin us.
What did I ever do to you, she cries at night while he tries to comfort. But it doesn't work.
No. it doesn't work.
Why do you have to tear us apart, he was the best thing, the best thing I knew.
All this teen drama gives me the sudden urge to hurl. Get me out of this sanitarium, and out into the real world. How could I have fallen for all this bullshit it will never be worth it. Not even for you its not worth trying to survive in a cage like a songbird we should just fly away.
And they'll always fear us cuz they know we could conquer the world in a day.
And she cries at night, because she will never know his touch. like a sappy romance we all love to destroy, they'll both self- destruct.
Why do you love murder? But you'd judge their morbid thoughts.
And I'd trad
Teenage TaoismGiving birth is the closest I’d ever felt to dying.
Before that, my near death experiences had consisted only of my silent announcement of pregnancy—silent, being that my social media accounts were all deleted almost simultaneously and I never returned to school in the fall, saying without really saying that I had caught the malicious disease of “teenage pregnancy”. I’m sure the whisper spread in the hallways like the Bubonic Plague. That September, sitting at home on what would have been the first day of my senior year, I imagined friends I’d never talk to again saying “she was only seventeen, and so full of life!” at my absence in the cafeteria tables, as if they were attending my funeral instead of talking about me behind my back.
"Full of life," I had snorted then, folding a never ending stream of what had once been my own baby clothes. "Literally."
I walked around like a zombie for the months of my pregnancy, deciding t
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