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Hotel rooms are to small for two people who hate each other. I'll sit outside till dad gets back since this is where he choose to stay. I watch after the rain stops, mesmerized as rain drops drop from rooftops and people drive by I'm sitting on painted cement sidewalks trying to keep dry. Thunder crashes but not as hard as I'm crashing through life I'm 17 has no clue what life means,  5 foot 3, curly hair, stuck in between, over dramatic drama queen I'm getting anxiety when the phone rings so I stop picking up and they stop calling.
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Jun 30, 2015
Jun 30, 2015 at 3:42 PM UTC
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Hotel rooms are to small for two people who hate each other. I'll sit outside till dad gets back since this is where he choose to stay. I watch after the rain stops, mesmerized as rain drops drop from rooftops and people drive by I'm sitting on painted cement sidewalks trying to keep dry. Thunder crashes but not as hard as I'm crashing through life I'm 17 has no clue what life means,  5 foot 3, curly hair, stuck in between, over dramatic drama queen I'm getting anxiety when the phone rings so I stop picking up and they stop calling.
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Jun 30, 2015
Jun 30, 2015 at 3:42 PM UTC
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