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the young girl above you spits fire, her black hair singes beneath the attention from the room she's all you can do to quell the earthquakes within you she's nancy ling perry disguised as mary sue. we started young at getting old and everything we wrote felt groundbreaking and new until we learned we stole them all, and everything that we found was simply tried and true i see him now as clearly as back then he wove his way around the bottle into your fault lines to find a piece within you that he could take among the cracks, the fractures, the slanted homes, in televised chirps of someone with nowhere to go it's how we react when our world starts to shake... don't ever ask for what you cant take just because we're the same doesn't mean you really knew me and just because we can see this through doesn't mean that theres an end the fog is thick and i cant see the road lets turn around, we're not going to make it
