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Oh, every night the stars will shine.
Every night a teen girl will throw down her first bottle of wine.
Under the hustle, bustle of a big city.
Beneath the street lights, the bar fights.
Awake in her bed, a beautiful girl with spandex tights.
An open mind, with a lions heart.
She’s a little reserved, from the start.
Armed with a camera, style and a brush.
She tries to be prominent in the world, a mad rush.
A caterpillar, terrified of her cocoon.
Because it doesn’t match her shoes.
Your destination, shoes mean nothing.
Butterflies fly didn’t you know?
Don’t hold back, please, no.
Just escape, embrace! Celebrate!
Because it could hit you fast, and it might be too late
-Jackson
Girls; this isn’t cute. When you tan so much, and you actually don’t look white. That isn’t cute.
I don’t care if the world is burning around us, as long as you are in my arms, there will be a smile on my face.
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When we kissed, chills ran down my spine,
When you left, pain redefined.
The famous, high school crush,
Love was apparent, a staggering lush.
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