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playing hooky

playing hooky i woke up sick this morning still aching and cold after a hot shower and i can’t rest, can’t stop i don’t think i can handle my duty i’m a kid underneath the responsibility i squirm and i … Continue reading

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american-made i’m awake and aware and alive and in love with this life while horrified with living i have all i need – youth and charm – and enjoy much luxury with my little leisure i see humanity terrorized by … Continue reading

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KILL ME FIRST i’m wondering what it takes for my representatives to hear my rage about their actions i was only seventeen for the last real election but today i know my voice is ignorable i’m thinking of walking naked … Continue reading

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