Treasure Island

siriin sabbah


Skinny Life


When I was a kid I wanted to die
When I was a teenager I wanted to fly
But when I got older I wanted to experience life
That’s my way of life


Denmark, February 2014

Submitted: Thursday, February 20, 2014
Edited: Thursday, February 20, 2014

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when I was a kid, I wished I would die with all my heart. because I heard, when kids die they go to heaven. and I wanted to go there, but as I got older I dismissed ´the thought. now I am a teenager with a messed up life, divorced parents and not getting along with siblings. I want to go back to dreamland, but as I think of there time runs out of my hands.
inspired by the hurting truth.

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