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I'm Darian & I’m 16.
I like writing, music, tattoos and pretending I don't have responsibilities♥ It's my dream to become a psychologist and a mother!

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My song to Michigan.

My song to Michigan.

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I’ve been workin’ so hard. I’m punchin’ my card. Eight hours? For what? Oh, tell me what I got.

Do you pour a little somethin’ on the rocks? Slide down the hallway in your socks? When you undress, do you leave a path? Then sink to your nose in a bubble bath?

Limelight barely shined on him, but everyone still remembers when he whooped up on that boy way bigger, for taking that cheap shot on our little kicker and they threw him out. Oh man, you shoulda, you shoulda heard me shout. I yelled he’s mine, that one! Got a wild-haired side and then some. It’s no surprise what he’s done; he’s every last bit of my old man’s son. And I’ll take the blame and claim him every time. Yeah man, he’s mine and he always will be the best thing that ever happened to me. You can’t turn it off like electricity, I love him unconditionally.

There’s a carrot top, who can barely walk, with a sippy cup of milk. A little blue eyed blonde, with shoes on wrong, ‘cause she likes to dress herself. And the most beautiful girl holding both of them.

I’m just a life and kids are a nightmare.

Wake up call! Caught you in the mornin’, with another one in my bed. Don’t you care about me anymore.. don’t you care about me? I don’t think so! Six foot tall, came without a warnin’, so I had to shoot him dead! He won’t come around here any more, come around here.. I don’t think so!

Before you ever came along, I was livin’ life all wrong. Smartest thing I ever did, was make you all mine!

They raised her up a lady, but there’s one thing they couldn’t avoid, Ladies love country boys. You can train ‘em, you can teach them right from wrong, but it’s still gonna turn turn ‘em on!

You know I’m a crazy bitch! I do what I want when I feel like it. All I wanna do is lose control. But you don’t really give a shit. You go with it, go with it, go with it. Cuz you’re fucking crazy rock n’ roll!

And as long as I can feel you holding on… I won’t fall.

Not exactly how I intended it. There are imperfections, I have to draw in a couple of letters because I ran out, but I’m still in love with it. I’m making more tomorrow

Not exactly how I intended it. There are imperfections, I have to draw in a couple of letters because I ran out, but I’m still in love with it. I’m making more tomorrow

Something ‘bout the way the hair falls in your face. I love the shape you take when crawling towards the pillowcase. You tell me where to go and though I might leave to find it, I’ll never let your head hit the bed without my hand behind it.