Cynthia

My name is Cynthia. Im 15 years old! I love to read. <3

Twenty One Pilots are my life and the reason why i'm trash. 

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R.I.P. to my youth
And you could call this the funeral
I'm just telling the truth
And you can play this at my funeral
Wrap me up in Chanel inside my coffin
Might go to hell and there ain't no stopping
Might be a sinner and I might be a saint
I'd like to be proud, but somehow I'm ashamed
Sweet little baby in a world full of pain
I gotta be honest, I don't know if I could take it
Everybody's talking, but what's anybody saying?
Mama said if I really want to, then I can change, yeah yeah
R.I.P. to my youth
If you really listen, then this is to you
Mama, there is only so much I can do
Tough for you to witness it but it was for me too
I'm using white lighters to see what's in front of me
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I am not going to write poetry over you, I promise. 
I broke my promise and now I have paper cuts. 


IF YOU HAVE ANY BAND SUGGESTIONS...leave them in my inbox please and if you have a band that I already like, then we are best friends already! 


Happy Day. :)