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it was a normal night. she'd gone out for a walk like she does most nights to escape the thoughts whizzing and whirring through mind like a motorbike or a car going at 100 mph trying to not crash. walking helped her to escape for abit. headphones in, papa roach blaring out into her ears, ear drums about to burst due to heavy metal and screaming sounds of papa roach it gave her a focus other than her thoughts. as the thoughts began to calm she took one ear phone out and walked along the hill by the wall next to the store. She studied the graffiti tags that decorated the wall and admired the creative talent by the taggers but at the same time she felt like a massive wave of anger not because of she felt like she could never produce a tag or such a talented peice of work - she knew if she wanted to she could. it was more the fact that they had vandalised a wall and the fact that the tags screamed out that the people who had done them was clearly a somebody. she was and still is just a nobody. tags are usually done by one or more person in a group or gang. she had no friends and was not in a gang her tag would not mean anything to anyone.
'There will be bad days, there will be good days, there will be really bad days, and really good days, and days that are not bad or good but just simply suck, but either way you got through it and you are here today and that is all that really matters''
the tags screamed out that the people who had done them was clearly a somebody.
If clarity's in death, then why won't this die?
Years of tearing down our banners, you and I
Living for the thrill of hitting you where it hurts Give me back my girlhood, it was mine first
to escape the thoughts whizzing and whirring through mind like a motorbike or a car going at 100 mph trying to not crash
Do you ever get a little bit tired of life
Like you're not really happy but you don't wanna die
Like you're hanging by a thread but you gotta survive
'Cause you gotta survive