12.20.24

Let's move to New York Eat Chinese food Fuck each other's brains out on the floor Consume consume consume Only he says it so much better than you do
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Youth (Archive)

My youth was found in middle-class apartments and a bottle of Jack.  It was found in kissing boys that were so much older than me., lying about my age, and passing out on the bathroom floor.  It was waiting, all week, for the weekend -- and another opportunity to ruin some dream. 

Everyone would know my name.  

Everyone would have touched my face. 

The price of being young.



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