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Name:Liz
Location:Florida
Age:13
Sexuality:Straight

Tennis, making out, parties,
The computer, hanging out with my friends, the movies.

Racism, bugs,
Simple plan.

There's poison in the drinking glass
Don't stop just sip it down
And in a swirling masquerade of sound
My body hits the ground
I'm beautiful when I'm asleep
Martini kisses land
On my blistered bloody scarlet lips
The bottles in my hand

Burn out, not fade away

I'll speak in riddles so you can understand
I'll draw in pencil so you can trace with pen
So in love with me like sand to wet feet
I'll write both our names into the wet concrete

We're glistening like silver spoons
Beneath the summer night
Oh can you smell the subtle hint of frost
As the flowers start to cry
The autumn winds are bringing graves
To all the emerald trees
They're so beautiful in their dismay
The colors slowly bleed

Burn out, not fade away

I'll speak in riddles so you can understand
I'll draw in pencil so you can trace with pen
So in love with me like sand to wet feet
I'll write both our names into the wet concrete

The pawns will fade away
(Burn out, not fade away)
(Burn out, not fade away)
The kings at his checkmate
(Burn out, not fade away)
(Burn out, not fade away)
And I sit here with a sick grin
Choking as I laugh until I die.
Burn out, not fade away

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I wanted to be that breath of fresh air, When everything smelled so insincere. But this taste still lingers in my mouth, Deceit has ways of sticking around. And I'm ready to disappear, Vacation seems far seems From here.
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