SoberA Poem by Bella❤❤❤
just to stop that sad stoner to remind him life's not over. Tell that hungover teen that alcohol isn't the reliable shoulder.
and let's see how far we can get growing older, just to warn that young smoker of what is being held between her delicate fingers burning her lungs like crumbs in a toaster.
as the days get colder, we're getting closer and closer. Now lets burn down the owners of whatever is preventing us from living our beautiful life sober..
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