*I didn't post the prologue because of many reasons. They are just poems. Maybe later though. For now, here is a little bit (a few poems) from PART I. I'm posting this, because I'm not scared of it anymore and I refuse to be ashamed by it.
PART I: EVERYTHING IS SUCH A FREAKING PICNIC
I have to get away from here.
This place is a prison
and I’m not saying that
because they won’t let me stay out
later than two in the morning.
I miss my sister.
I miss my old life.
I miss feelin...
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