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Mar 2012
I can hear my neighbors through the walls
And my roommate downstairs
Finding new ways to make salad unhealthy
The kitchen is filthy
Why does she do this?
Why am I here still?

260 is full of idiots
With their highschool girlfriends
258 is a broken laundry machine
And loose screens
And fake happiness for all the college kids
And fake nails
And fake ID’s

256 goes BANG! BANG!
Study harder
Get smarter
Gotta make that money
Gotta buy your own wonders
That’s what they’re all working towards
Nowadays

Anyways
254 is on the porch
I don’t want to live here anymore
254 is cold beer
Come over here
You wanna be my baby?

I think he’s righter than I’ll ever be
Holly Salvatore
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Holly Salvatore
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