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Inhale, exhale A quick intake and shuddering sigh The last thing he wants to do is this thing here and now. It's pointless he says sourly He has potential but he hides it behind the ****** job he got As a freshman in high school. It's a horrible habit he'll never kick. Potential-hiding that is. He's not legal, but I buy him the alcohol he wants anyway. Because I went to grad school, and still I see myself Wishing I was this loser dropout Still splurging paycheques on condoms and red solo cups.
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Sep 30, 2010
Sep 30, 2010 at 4:58 PM UTC
Breathless
Inhale, exhale A quick intake and shuddering sigh The last thing he wants to do is this thing here and now. It's pointless he says sourly He has potential but he hides it behind the ****** job he got As a freshman in high school. It's a horrible habit he'll never kick. Potential-hiding that is. He's not legal, but I buy him the alcohol he wants anyway. Because I went to grad school, and still I see myself Wishing I was this loser dropout Still splurging paycheques on condoms and red solo cups.
Written July 25, 2010
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Sep 30, 2010
Sep 30, 2010 at 4:58 PM UTC
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