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FUCK YOU ALL
written by YouSmileAs_I_Die03:55 AM 3/26/05| I watched you stand at the corner, one hand was behind your back, the other nurtured your burning cigarette. I'll probablly never forget the way you looked under that blazing sun. I hung back as you led the way up the hill where we sat around, crushing out the embers of our cigarettes, laughing at you for dropping yours on your pants. No one knew of what lay ahead of us...You spoke softly as you took a sip and passed the bottle. She took it with hesitancey, her mind not fully made up. Finally, she passed it to him, then from him in made Its way to me. The bottle felt weightless in my hand, three pairs of eyes watching for what I'd do next. I tipped the bottle back, it burned in my throat, and left me with a bitter taste in my mouth. I passed the bottle back to you and we left less and less inside of it until there was no more. We stumbled back, laughing all the while as I rolled down the hill, barely able to stop. Together we tried to walk straight lines, only to collapse from the drink and our laughter. I never thought I'd see him touch your hand like that when we sat behind the dumpster, of all unlikely places to fall asleep. But I guess I had it coming...6 months of wasted feelings...I stumbled off to the other side of the redish box, trying to console myself, trying to convince myself it'd all be ok in the end. I don't know what for, I can't even believe myself half of the time. I took a few sticks, broke them over a tree trunk, and then went back for something stronger. The pipe chipped off, it looked so so sharp...so inviting. I pressed it against my arm and laughed when it didn't bleed. |
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a little word of advice...don't try to cut with a PVC pipe...it doesn't give you that great of results
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