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Dec 2022
I bask in the smoke
of sage or cigarettes
I sit in the dark
I can't think
I am numb
I go out
I sit down on a strangers couch
they pass the blunt
I don't know where I am
but it's my job to sit there and look pretty
every night
left in a haze
I do what I'm told
be polite, make small talk, drink, don't get scared, it's rude
I guess it's fun
I don't remember tomorrow
repeat
riot
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riot  16/Genderqueer
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