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Sep 9
i bet you love raising a teenager
and imagining the scolding
the yelling
the “you don’t understand”
the eye rolls
the excuses
your golden excuse
hormones
the **** phone

but what you don’t understand
is that i don’t understand
and i am simply too tired to find out
Written by
lana  venus
(venus)   
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