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When I turned sixteen, I brought a girl home drunk and stumbling A day later, I was interviewed by the government criminal investigation Two months later, she was disowned by her parents Last I heard, she's at a rehab in Florida It's been a long time since I've seen her. When I was fourteen, I hid cigarettes in my backpack, and lighters in my wallet Used to sit in the middle of a basketball court and watch my stress float away in a noxious grey cloud I stashed my twelve dollar pack of coors in a bush behind the half-wall It's been a long time since I've seen those. I was thirteen when I found a papercutter in the drawer of the art room. Took it home with me, fell asleep to the sound of it scathing in and out of its sheath I once got so frustrated I wanted to slice my throat with it I threw it out the window It's been a long time since I've seen it. When I was fifteen, I went out with friends and got wasted on chocolate liquor Two weeks later, ***** the day after, tequila and the week before, strawberry daiquiri I don't remember much. It's been a long time since I've done that. When I was thirteen, I wrote poetry to sort out my emotions It's been a long time since I've done that...
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Apr 20, 2015
Apr 20, 2015 at 7:44 AM UTC
I'm No Angel
When I turned sixteen, I brought a girl home drunk and stumbling A day later, I was interviewed by the government criminal investigation Two months later, she was disowned by her parents Last I heard, she's at a rehab in Florida It's been a long time since I've seen her. When I was fourteen, I hid cigarettes in my backpack, and lighters in my wallet Used to sit in the middle of a basketball court and watch my stress float away in a noxious grey cloud I stashed my twelve dollar pack of coors in a bush behind the half-wall It's been a long time since I've seen those. I was thirteen when I found a papercutter in the drawer of the art room. Took it home with me, fell asleep to the sound of it scathing in and out of its sheath I once got so frustrated I wanted to slice my throat with it I threw it out the window It's been a long time since I've seen it. When I was fifteen, I went out with friends and got wasted on chocolate liquor Two weeks later, ***** the day after, tequila and the week before, strawberry daiquiri I don't remember much. It's been a long time since I've done that. When I was thirteen, I wrote poetry to sort out my emotions It's been a long time since I've done that...
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Apr 20, 2015
Apr 20, 2015 at 7:44 AM UTC
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