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[hitxthatxshit]

when i used to feel this way
i would write it down
and slap it out,
pound it out like meat on a cold stone.
i worked at a coldstones, once.
that job was awful.
i think all things eventually turn awful
i am upset that i've lost
my saturday morning
to some fiend, that i don't even know.
the fiend of party til you puke.
i miss you.
should i start writing notes again?
i don't think i can be cute like that anymore.
i don't want to put it on, you know.
the thought occurs to me but i brush it away,
because i feel like maybe only once
only once
can you be that way
then maybe you have to grow up.
i'm sleepy,
and i already know i wont sleep well tonight.