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I have a song stuck in my head that I don’t know one single word
I have a girl stuck in my head that I could not convince
The food tastes like plastic. Yellow.
I hate being here alone, but can think of nowhere else
I really want to be either
If I don’t pay rent
This puzzle will solve itself
Smoke. Put on some old music.
Drink. Try to talk to people I don’t know, and wont.
Think about hauling everything I own to the dumpster
In the parking lot
Where kids lighting bottle rockets
Remind me I am independent
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