Trophy Scars - August, 1980
Then it was June, but you weren’t around.
I wanted to find you.
You told me not to look so damn hard,
but I did, like you, right from the start.
Your baby teeth just chewing and gnawing my heart.
Just wouldn’t let it go.
I didn’t want you to.
This is a picture of my friend Becky. She used to be a happy, popular girl until one night she snorted marijuana at a party. She died instantly. Please, don’t do marijuana. It’s the most dangerous drug out there. Please don’t wind up like Becky.
pretty sure that’s Taylor Swift
no its becky