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A great, big fish, slapped out on the ice. Rainbow skin, and the smell of seawater. I sit and chat with the fishmonger. Four kilos of salmon or herring, for chowder, or something. I keep finding drugs in my bra. I'm not even sure how they get there. I told a boy how I felt. He got scared, and he ran, but then he came back like they usually do. My boss makes me tired. This town makes me tired. I'm getting ***** looks from a pregnant girl because I slept with the father of her unborn child. And I can't even blame her. This town is a cesspit. A melting black hole of ******* ecstasy, Guinness and cheap cocktails. It smells of cigarette smoke and no one uses condoms. I'll be going back to school soon. A different world where books are cool, where drugs aren't glamorous and tobacco is stupid. Xanax is my new best friend, it numbs me to dish-washing, fish shopping, coke sniffing, ******** and hopeless despair. Get me out of here.
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Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 6:57 AM UTC
Get Me Out
A great, big fish, slapped out on the ice. Rainbow skin, and the smell of seawater. I sit and chat with the fishmonger. Four kilos of salmon or herring, for chowder, or something. I keep finding drugs in my bra. I'm not even sure how they get there. I told a boy how I felt. He got scared, and he ran, but then he came back like they usually do. My boss makes me tired. This town makes me tired. I'm getting ***** looks from a pregnant girl because I slept with the father of her unborn child. And I can't even blame her. This town is a cesspit. A melting black hole of ******* ecstasy, Guinness and cheap cocktails. It smells of cigarette smoke and no one uses condoms. I'll be going back to school soon. A different world where books are cool, where drugs aren't glamorous and tobacco is stupid. Xanax is my new best friend, it numbs me to dish-washing, fish shopping, coke sniffing, ******** and hopeless despair. Get me out of here.
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Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 6:57 AM UTC
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