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its been over a year since i've written in here
let me make this clear. same kid, same blank stare.
i've felt the swing of things change from this and that.
i always say hello now, always tip my cap.
i probably drink too much, im almost sure.
i still cant dress myself, im still defiant.
i still pour sweat as the pen flows through me.
i still stack notebooks on top of shelves.
i'll still die slow, but i'll know i took no help.