American SmutA Poem by RutabagaMacYou read the title, right?
Crying, thoughts screaming.
Self hatred, she was wrong. A nightmare was dreaming. If it wasn't for these songs, Misinterpreting pain to be love. Running around is natural. Loving every push and shove. Believing every lie was factual. Media subliminally portraying sex to be life. Smudged makeup and long endless nights. A constant and very common strife. Pertaining to this path being wrong or right. © 2017 RutabagaMacFeatured Review
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6 Reviews Added on November 5, 2017 Last Updated on November 7, 2017 AuthorRutabagaMacReading, PAAbout| Rebecca | Aquarius | '96 Aspiring writer, inspired artist, oddball since day one. Hoping for the best in life... but, HA! I'm not an idiot. more.. |

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