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I am your headache, gentle resentment on a Friday evening. I am four beers blunt and two shots tired. I am flirting with life like a closeted man. I am flailing my arms hailing a ride home. I am ready for sleep but don't have dreams. I am sorry I can't be everything you want.
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Jun 14, 2017
Jun 14, 2017 at 8:35 AM UTC
Mantra
I am your headache, gentle resentment on a Friday evening. I am four beers blunt and two shots tired. I am flirting with life like a closeted man. I am flailing my arms hailing a ride home. I am ready for sleep but don't have dreams. I am sorry I can't be everything you want.
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27/M/South Point, OH
Jun 14, 2017
Jun 14, 2017 at 8:35 AM UTC
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