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17 year old suicide junkies. la beat-streats. born and raised under hollywood bolivard plastic sunrises and so many girls with so much pink and purple hair. piercings everywhere. the love. only one love, because love is a big word when you can just say fuck, cunt, dick, drunk, drugs.
change? but how can you when needles and city parks and double bolted doors are pulsing through your veins? when you're made of burger king bags and used condoms laying by the side of the road. and all that fierceness, all that rawness. the fucked up, the flawed, the ugly.
change? but how can you when needles and city parks and double bolted doors are pulsing through your veins? when you're made of burger king bags and used condoms laying by the side of the road. and all that fierceness, all that rawness. the fucked up, the flawed, the ugly.