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Tangled-Tales

Published: May 21, 2015

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cigarette smoke
and
alcohol

the fumes
embedding
in the wall

cocaine lines
in bathroom
stalls:

our generation,
we have it all

misguided teens,
with dying dreams
(poured down the drain
by languid veins)

the clinking of glasses
and racing hearts,
we cannot stop
what we did start

it's all an escape- a sick paradox:
we're running
from ourselves.

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Feedback please! I'm not quite sure what this is. It ended up just kind of flowing, and it rhymes a lot more than I usually do.
I was trying to embody the artificial substances, especially now, teenagers are using to escape.
But in reality, we aren't escaping, as we are running from ourselves.
In the end, you can't run from what makes up you, but rather, you must fix your problems.

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