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writing poetry
on the train
because my phone died
i decided to wake up early today.

well,

i guess the jackhammers decided for me.
being young
is very strange
because really
it's all i know
on the train
watching the old man
untangle his headphones
i like to practice my cursive
i only wish
i had something beautiful
to write
i think i need to draw less
and be online more
so i can be an artist
you drank
didn’t we all?

you yelled
didn’t we all?

you hated
didn’t we all?

but you did it to us
because your tormentor wasn’t one person

but thanks to you.
ours was.
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