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Jun 2016
Loneliness tastes like pavement,
Licked that time I fell,
Hard onto my face.

That time I tried to pretend,
That I was exactly the same,
As those sad boys around me.

I was the saddest of them all,
Angry and eager to fall,
With no one to help me.

Bandages removed with haste,
Love quickly turned to waste,
I took notes and grew.
Small town, love, drunk, truth, blah
Written by
Johnnyqu33r  New York
(New York)   
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