Tired eyes,
Fraudulent smile;
Scarred wrists,
Fierce fists;
Messy hair,
Lungs with no air;
Toxic mind,
Half blinded sight;
Restless heart,
Aged stretch marks;
Windy shore,
A beautiful soul.
A 17 year old trying to learn life.
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