Your dreams are made of Gasoline
Deadly distress that leaves you distraught
And you know too much gasoline is harmful
But you don't know why you live this plastic life

Don't you suffocate?
I see you choking inside-out
I swear you can live those dreams now
But soon, you'll die of Gasoline poisoning

-Scinvara

Hello, dear reader! How are you? This is a poem about my feelings regarding "mean girls" at school. Recently, there was some major bullying where I live so this poem addresses those bullies and about how they fake their "perfect image" and bully others for being nerds or losers. However, they do not realise that they are harming many others and themselves in this process. so, yea... Thanks for reading!

aesthetic, ashes, and beautiful image
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