god damnit you know there are a lot of things to say
about how things really are and remember that time
when you could write about anything forever or for
the five minute time limit and that really meant you
could think about anything you wanted like how cold
the carpet felt against your cheek when you lay down
on it and desks made of metal and plastic were cold
and you felt all of these things all the time every time
things were starting to feel old but it felt nice to know
when bad things would happen and when good things
wouldn't touching the stove burns your hand your hands
will get you into trouble more than twice, even then
you wish you had more trouble and more back and forth
stop-the-drama come fuck me don't let me go bullshit
you could cry in a corner but you'd rather have a typewriter
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