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i miss real friends
when they were always there
and when they weren't you knew why, they were at camp or violin or ballet or soccer or tennis
coming of age
our culture's ritual is more sick and masochistic than any suit of poisonous ants any african wears
sometimes i wish i could be nothing
it'd be easier
my cat's tummy is fluffy and he loves the sun
the sun scares me
i wonder what love's like
real love
not like
i should care
i should want to fix this
i should buy you flowers
i should pester you until we talk this out
i should stop talking to our friends about it
i should do so many things
i should care
i can't bring myself to
when they were always there
and when they weren't you knew why, they were at camp or violin or ballet or soccer or tennis
coming of age
our culture's ritual is more sick and masochistic than any suit of poisonous ants any african wears
sometimes i wish i could be nothing
it'd be easier
my cat's tummy is fluffy and he loves the sun
the sun scares me
i wonder what love's like
real love
not like
i should care
i should want to fix this
i should buy you flowers
i should pester you until we talk this out
i should stop talking to our friends about it
i should do so many things
i should care
i can't bring myself to
Monday, March 16, 2009
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