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If I told you about when I tried to flip my car at three in the mourning in a field that would be an accommodating burial ground (which was all too ironic) I think maybe grass would grow faster or just turn yellow like it always does. If I told you about the time I lay face down in a rain puddle on my old playground where I once was pushed to the concrete by a sad and angry boy, I’d be left to think that maybe I’ve taken his place and kicked my own self to the black pavement laughing into a ***** water pool breathing in hilarious defeat. If I told you about when I climbed my roof alone and smoked my first cigarette jolly and wild and new.. I can’t help but think now that I was low and not high. I stumbled back into the warmth of my room dizzy off of this new sickness that is no longer new and is quite yellowing and calloused on my fingers. If I told you about the first time I drove at night sad and angry like the boy and me, I think that I would chuckle at how I tried to flip the car over so many years ago quite halfheartedly and how I am the same always in the most laughable way
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May 5, 2012
May 5, 2012 at 3:06 PM UTC
if i told you
If I told you about when I tried to flip my car at three in the mourning in a field that would be an accommodating burial ground (which was all too ironic) I think maybe grass would grow faster or just turn yellow like it always does. If I told you about the time I lay face down in a rain puddle on my old playground where I once was pushed to the concrete by a sad and angry boy, I’d be left to think that maybe I’ve taken his place and kicked my own self to the black pavement laughing into a ***** water pool breathing in hilarious defeat. If I told you about when I climbed my roof alone and smoked my first cigarette jolly and wild and new.. I can’t help but think now that I was low and not high. I stumbled back into the warmth of my room dizzy off of this new sickness that is no longer new and is quite yellowing and calloused on my fingers. If I told you about the first time I drove at night sad and angry like the boy and me, I think that I would chuckle at how I tried to flip the car over so many years ago quite halfheartedly and how I am the same always in the most laughable way
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May 5, 2012
May 5, 2012 at 3:06 PM UTC
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