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Aug 2017
I hate the taste of bourbon,
Feels too far from urban,
It makes me think of home.
Small talk,
Small flock,
Small minds.
Art on my body,
Unique or a hobby?
"How will you feel when you're old?"
I love being different,
But not the feeling that comes with it,
Being worn down by squares.
I hate the taste of bourbon,
It's almost disturbing,
How badly I want to be alone in a crowd.
Don't get me wrong I love my own personal style and the person I am but it gets tiring living in a small town and having a bunch of super old people come up to you and judge you based off of your appearance. Let people be themselves!
The Stray Kat
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The Stray Kat  26/F/USA
(26/F/USA)   
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