I have known her since I was 10 years old.
We have the same story,
The same all.
Parents that went separate ways,
School, streets after,
Lots of new friends.
It was our way not by the choice.
Lots of make up, tight uniforms.
We were 90th high school girls.
She started to drink,
I followed her
Until someone opened the first art school.
It game me a shelter,
It gave me a hope.
And all she did - she said "no",
Waisting of time, boring, for kids.
Now she is still on those old streets.
