The crinkles at the corners of my eyes are telling of soulfulness.
I gave up law and became the character of lawlessness.
My "bad boy" ways make the fellas jealous while my sensitive side makes the ladies swoon.
There are rumors that the fellas may have swooned as well.
I keep a comb in my jeans at the ready.
My face is wreathed by the smoke from the cigarette that dangles from my lips.
I am teenage angst personified yet I seem wise beyond my years.
My iconic legacy was created in a short time but lives forever on a highway sign.
I lived life full throttle.
Of all my reckless behavior, it was a little bastard that would be my end.
Although my name is attributed to only three major films, I managed to be nominated for two Oscars and win the Golden Globe award after I died.
I was too fast to live, but too young to die.
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