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barely getting used to being at home
getting into that familiar groove of being impatient with my mom and only feeling bad about it way later on
scalding my tongue more than once while eating the same bowl of soup because im greedy
sometimes i narrate my own life in my head as if it were a coming of age novel by se hinton set in the fifties.
i thought about when we were young street toughs and you took me up to that hill to look at the orange city lights and listen to nothing but lowrider oldies. slowly my protective barriers were weakened as you slyly and gingerly stroked my ego.
getting into that familiar groove of being impatient with my mom and only feeling bad about it way later on
scalding my tongue more than once while eating the same bowl of soup because im greedy
sometimes i narrate my own life in my head as if it were a coming of age novel by se hinton set in the fifties.
i thought about when we were young street toughs and you took me up to that hill to look at the orange city lights and listen to nothing but lowrider oldies. slowly my protective barriers were weakened as you slyly and gingerly stroked my ego.