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We are gullible,
so fragile.
Yet we have bite
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with what's left of our life.
So oblivious to the world,
so obvious to all.
Our hearts so small,
our minds so toxic.
We don't think,
we do.
One loves,
one hates.
But one lingers in-between,
the outcast that pulls the trigger.
Picture perfect may seem,
though a script is written by an author
who decides what life to live,
and what heart to love.
We are teenagers,
newcomers in this world.
We are teenagers,
fools who believe in no one.
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