Wasted Youth
My name is irrelevant. I am just a girl. Nothing even moderately special about me. Im wasting away, and Im okay with that. I will be my own undoing, and Im happy about that. Nobody can hurt me more than I hurt myself, and that's comforting.
Wasted Youth
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Hervé Lucien, Les toits de Paris, 1952
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