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sixteen
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I'm sitting here thinking
all alone
with my friends.
Friends are getting drunk, stoned, or taking vicodin
because its friday night again.
I'm smoking a clove and feeling my lungs crumple pathetically.
Earlier I dodged the raindrops
unsuccessfully
as they chased me into a general store.
I walked into the
general liquor section,
took Vodka
because my fuckbuddy likes smirnoff
and left,
teenage years splashing from the sides
of my Delias shoes,
swirled with the rainbow spinart of car oil.
I'm thinking 16 is such a pretty age
and we spend it
trying to avoid it,
trying to poison it.
I'm thinking alone
on a friday night again
because my friends don't like to think.
they like to get
wasted
plastered
fucked up
smashed
which doesnt sound very desirable to me
but I do it anyway
because it feels good to forget.
Yeah, I usually think alone
and my friends
they like to drive stoned--
they think they're real responsible
because they dont drive drunk
(it was only a couple beers).
But at least it doesn't look like I'm alone anymore,
at least I have friends.
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