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Pretty Bad Boy

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By Klo AandersonPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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I have a pain in my chest. Pretty bad pretty bad pretty bad pretty boy. Old town bankrupts poorly uneducated in what to invest. Newborn baby future solution, future baby future problem. Pickle eater, shaky hands, bloody nightmares of his favorite bands. Smart jokes never land, and dumb folks who no one stands. Crooked walk, crooked talk, next door neighbor often stalks. City in lights dark allies filled with frights, slow moments ruin lives. Tipsy drinker, barely walks, is another victim mocked. Steady handle steady handle tea drinkers set fire in New Castle. Lives were lost, but did business suffer a buffer in sales? No, but who cares it was just a girl for wales. Good thing no one cared, no more charges, I'm glad dead people tell no tales.

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Klo Aanderson

A random scribble in an eventful adolescent life. A personal journal of growth, demons, and soft glorious cotton-padded happiness.

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