Slow motion cigarettes hang from your sweaty lips five bottles of stale, pissy a le stumble to your pale wrists thin man with unkept hair clean shave, but a glas sy stare you've lost it all boy, and so young
I'll remember times like these with a bit of satisfaction I remember somber days and with more to come, surely won't forget them.
Stick figure twig of a boy toothy grin, a slim bit of poise he says "I'll t ake you down with one blow" and though we laugh, he does quite well.
These are times where we all look onward not what's now, but what's to come a lo t of pride and a shade of hope, am I the only one who gets the fucking joke?
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