Social lifeA Poem by Friendly Neighborhood ScumTemporary friends
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Crumbled and tossed no thought about it. Same news different faces, I didn't recognize you without a bottle to our faces. Doing lines, mixing races. The image is burned but the picture is faded. Circled up gulping without the chases, our last gasps of innocence sucked out while we're still in braces. © 2017 Friendly Neighborhood ScumAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorFriendly Neighborhood ScumCAAboutI'm 28. I’m living. The end. "I envy what I hate, Happiness" more..Writing
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