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Answer:
I wish I were like Johnny Cash
& thought my heart was mine.
I’ve worn a black suit
my entire life. It suits the war
my eyes ignite.
My sins sit on my lap,
bald, blind, desperate
for the mercy of lost roads,
glottal white lines.
Only smoke will take me
far to nowhere
a woman living
between
her own burning road
& a charmed God
the unmarked sky
where a plague of blackbirds
fell across my back
like an unlit cross.
Explanation:
Answer:
Teens
Are the middle stage
Full of stress ,anxiety, depression
We say we are fine but we are just liars
We were mistakes constantly told
Stop being depressed
So stop feeling?
My dreams are my nightmares
My life is my own
But constantly controlled
By society but just leave me alone
Im sorry I'm not adulting
Sorry I'm not perfect
But you should be sorry it easier talking to friends
But then again I'm just a teen
Just a sad one
A happy one
A non educated one
The in-slaved one
Just doing teenage things
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