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Jul 2017
Non-sensible *******
I compose myself thusly
An anorexic cool kid
With joints quite rusty

With a lack of tread
I was out of control
No point in being dead
When you already dug the hole

My eyes start to sag
I'm tired of the constant confirmation
That your boyfriends a ***
Oh I can't say that can I?
It's a hot button issue
Cry all you want
But I won't give you a tissue

Not that I don't want to
I'm simply all out
I used them all
You know what it's about

Copious amounts of drugs
And a crap ton of ****
I'm so freaking wasted
This chick feels like a dude

Wait, I'm not even high
I'm inside my head
Cause I took one sip of rye
All those psa's said I was gonna die
Such a surprise if the school told a lie

I'm a total cliche
A stereotype if I may
From a culture of fear
Kids scared to be gay
We're all going through changes
In a ****** up way
My voice just got deeper
You still don't listen what I say

I talk too much
I say too little
You're completely *******
But let's keep this civil

-Xav
Xavier Arnold
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Xavier Arnold  Camdenton Mo
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