teen punk
teen punk : he was my teenage punk he was optimistic , did what he wanted , smoked a good herb ,drank on the weekend , never met someone so much fun i wanted to be just like him i always wanted to be with him , i wanted to be his world , i wanted to experience all and everything with him i wanted to run away to the top of the mount everest let our souls run wild and naked watch the sunrise, make love, till the sun dropped. kiss me on the forehead and be my bad boy ... he was diffrent so i told myself as a teeenager. he was so addicting , he was my drug. So addicting i found myself starting to dress like him. I even started to not care about anything to the point where i didn’t even care about him , all adults say you will go through breakups in your life in order to meet your right person and it's just sad to think that why do people have to experience bad in order to get good ? why can't we experience good all around , some may even say others go threw more but from what i have experienced this week i believe that everyone has the same pain and it's just that some people go through different experiences because their level of strength can deal with a different kind of pain but you never get over the person that gives you that pain you may be able to get over the pain and i don't mean forget the pain but stop feeling it.its sad how people do thing to make you forget about them , me personally i don't want to forget about anybody
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