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Teenage Dirtbag

Teenage Dirtbag is sitting alone at lunch on the school stairs, trying not to make eye contact with no one.

Teenage Dirtbag is ditching PE hour so no one will see how bad you are at sports.

Teenage Dirtbag is listening to a band that no one knows, but it just makes you proud the fact you discovered them all by yourself and like something different from the others.

Teenage Dirtbag is a school bag that, somehow, still manages to work, but you know that it won’t last another year.

Teenage Dirtbag is hating the high school years, but once it ends looking back at it. Never regretting, no, but just admiring how, sometimes, you were happy and you didn’t knew it.

Teenage Dirtbag is having the highest serotonin levels just by listening to music, and not being able to have those peaks with anything else.

Teenage Dirtbag is the need to discover some new bands, but somehow always looking for some details from your favorite bands and proceeding to just listen to your usual playlist.

Teenage Dirtbag is all of us. Even if we never realised it.

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Bittersweet

Bittersweet is a long lost love.

Bittersweet is sitting on both sides of the same door, crying, just because you both were too coward to say what you really thought, as cliché as it sounds.

Bittersweet is watching how your love life slowly slips away from you fingers, and how you’re not able to hold it.

Bittersweet is also a snowy day, where you walk without any hurry, cause you know that the white blanket won’t last long, and the rain will soon come to wash it away. You don’t hate rain, not at all, but there’s something too comfortable in the white of the snow. The white that almost can’t make you see because there’s too much light.

Bittersweet is eating a hot ramen, blowing on it, while outside the little restaurant you decided to go before the storm came, the rain is frantically hitting the ground, the windows, the ceilings and all the people that were trying to run as fast as they could.

Bittersweet is the blue colour, but also the white of the snow, an the light blue, who is capable to let these two colours collide and merge in the middle.

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You’re so Creepy

You’re so creepy is a black cat, silently walking outside the houses while everyone is asleep.

You’re so creepy is a love story, loved by two teenagers who don’t actually know each other, but they started to talk on a social media.

You’re so creepy is reading creepy-pasta on the bus, while going home after school, but then regretting it once you jump off the bus, cause you totally forget you were going to be home alone.

You’re so creepy is someone with some bright blue hair that you just find so cool, it’s actually insane try to talk to.

You’re so creepy are the neon colours all merged together, in a chaotic way that somehow works.

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Freaks

Freaks is a party you didn’t really wanted to go to. A sad party, where you spend most of your time thinking about everything and nothing at the same time.

Freaks is a love you lost, a long time before. A love you realised you had too late. A love never lived, but that just feels so right.

Freaks is a bouquet long forgotten on the kitchen table, that you received a couple of minutes after your break up from your best friend, who tried to lift your mood.

Freaks is crying in the bathroom of your own house, trying not to make some audible sobs, even tho you live alone, but it’s just the force of habit.

Freaks is the grey colour and some faded colour that was once a bright one, like yellow and blue.

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Oh Klahoma

Oh Klahoma is a cold autumn day. Not extremely rainy, but with the sky so grey you’re actually scared to walk outside without an umbrella.

Oh Klahoma is the happiness at the thought of how close is Halloween. How close you are to celebrate your favorite holiday that is your holiday, even tho no one really understood why you’re so happy about it.

Oh Klahoma is also a rainy evening, with a hot chocolate mug in your hands, trying to warm them up a little bit, after the furious run from the bus stop, and a book gently displayed on the table in front of you.

Oh Klahoma is the comfortable sound of the leaves on the ground.

Oh Klahoma is dressing up as ghosts with your friends, covering your mom’s blankets with dirt and leaves.

Oh Klahoma is the orange colour and, why not, also the brown one.