Tara Ebony

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it was either love or be loved, it was never both


Welcome to my generation,
the boys and girls with crimson red wrists; and necklaces of woven rope.
In an effort to be ‘normal’
to fit in
to be loved
we destroy the foundation for a future
a future who does not care for who you were at age 16

Welcome to my…