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Days of the weak

I drove to the bank yesterday I drove to fill my gas tank,Easter day my dad went fishing with his friend today and why shouldn't they? leave me in the house its no problem i'll just sit and stare at the walls take my brother too so there's no one to play don't bother stocking up the fridge forget about the electricity bill mom's on the other side of the bridge working for us earning for us just like dad the clouds are crying like me their tears falling on the roof like marbles on the floors the TV isn't working neighbors are off skiing in Aspen and i'm stuck at home why can't I go fishing? no room for me? when will I go to Aspen? when everybody will be going for vacations to Antartica? this life's no life trapped in the house,no phone shoes muddy hair curled up breath smelling like socks the day is over but my complaints aren't mom and dad are home relaxing in front of the TV Is EVERYTHING fine now? Can I stop complaining now? and MAY I go to sleep now? Because i'm tired of complaining now.
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