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Nov 2018
The radio is loud
The wind is touching me in ways it never had before
I am full
And traffic is nonexistent
It’s 10:26
I’m a little high
A lot drunk
My moms sleeping at home
If only she knew
This is the most I’ve felt in weeks
Maybe she would understand
I get nothing done
Because there’s nothing to work for
I’m numb
Iz
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