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Feb 2019
When he was my age,
my father was already a dad.
At twenty-five I still drink as much *****
He told me: β€œyou are making your mother sad”

My colleagues all have lovers
I am married to an imaginary dog
That cute bartender was flirting with me
So I could start a relationship with beer

I don’t know what annoys more my roommates
My clumsiness or my messiness
I blamed my fictional pet
That animal should try to stay sober

My friends stop talking to me
Once they started dating
I should try to figure out my problems
But not today, it’s Friday
Don't worry my life is not that sad! I was just listening to some Pop-punk while writting....
Written by
StoryTallinn  25/M/Tallinn
       Traveler and Perry
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