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it’s strange that i can call you now an old friend
refer to you as such, like furniture or a farting cat
a fixture that i’ve drawn around myself with age
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I dunno says the boy at the back of the class
with the flat black hair and the flat black glasses
ignoring the raised hands infront of him.
If you’re going to be like that then why bother with living at all?