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Jun 2010
My brain's going back to that dark place...
The corner filled with anger
About how he lives with his parents
And has no job
And claims to be more of an adult than I.
The corner where his extravagance
And lack of ambition make my soul boil.
The part where his religious beliefs fly in my face
And force me to look at how ridiculous they are.

The corner that I've tried so hard to stay out of.
I wish I could just erase it.
Written by
Christine
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