The Mind Of Teenager, by Laura P. Subscribe to rss feed for Laura P. 

I'm not living in this teenage-dream,
not like the one the grown-ups sing.

There are no endless summers,
no party every night.

We are not THAT wild and free,
We are not THAT happy you see.
Posted: 2014-11-02 23:21:41 UTC
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