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My first love who never loved me back

by @annacart

You're just a washed up superstar Not even 17 Chains of charm bracelets and promise rings that appear in your hand like poison ivy crawls up a wall Your tattoo, an artfully rendered serpent in a bikini climbs up your arm Tar from the cigarettes you inhale like they're oxygen climbs up the walls of your lungs Can't you see? Promise rings mean nothing if you give them out like free candy He's in love with me she says He's gonna marry me someday she says Did you see what that mouth do? He says Do you see that ass swing? he says I know you. Living off of broken guitar strings and LSD Hollows of your cheeks amplifying your voice, your song that everyone no longer listens to You make mistakes, In bottles of vodka you drink, 5 they say 5 girls in one night they say Suspended for 5 days they say 5 cuts up each arm they say You're in the hospital with a tube shoved down your throat and a dozen girls weeping at your bedside Spoiler alert. None of them leave you. They actually believe that you have 11 cousins. You're Apollo 13 A mission that fails a space shuttle that bursts into flames at the slightest Static Shock
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