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You fumble with the cigarette It is carelessly balanced between your index and middle finger Like how you see in the movies You hesitantly tapped it on the corner of the ashtray You forced a confident smile Coughed uncontrollably Claimed it was a flu But knew it was not You poured too much ***** into your glass And you gulped it bottoms up You suppressed a look of disgust And said it was good You asked for another glass Even though you were tipsy And could not stand still The white smoke and false strawberry scent filled the room You saw the bubbles and the burning charcoal We were blowing rings and imitating dragons You asked for a go We couldn't say no You swallowed the gas whole You choked you gagged But said it felt good And tasted strawberries You couldn't wait for your turn again Even though you couldn't breathe without clearing your throat You weren't enjoying yourself But I guess everyone already knew But beneath the bloodshot eyes Frequent retching Croaking throat I saw a boy that just wanted to belong k.m.
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Aug 10, 2013
Aug 10, 2013 at 2:01 AM UTC
Adolescence at its maximum — Scattered tobacco, Crushed beer cans and Shisha bottles
You fumble with the cigarette It is carelessly balanced between your index and middle finger Like how you see in the movies You hesitantly tapped it on the corner of the ashtray You forced a confident smile Coughed uncontrollably Claimed it was a flu But knew it was not You poured too much ***** into your glass And you gulped it bottoms up You suppressed a look of disgust And said it was good You asked for another glass Even though you were tipsy And could not stand still The white smoke and false strawberry scent filled the room You saw the bubbles and the burning charcoal We were blowing rings and imitating dragons You asked for a go We couldn't say no You swallowed the gas whole You choked you gagged But said it felt good And tasted strawberries You couldn't wait for your turn again Even though you couldn't breathe without clearing your throat You weren't enjoying yourself But I guess everyone already knew But beneath the bloodshot eyes Frequent retching Croaking throat I saw a boy that just wanted to belong k.m.
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Aug 10, 2013
Aug 10, 2013 at 2:01 AM UTC
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