Tuesday, March 9, 2010

Fools on Parade - part two.

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All you remember is paying the cab driver. All you remember is walking down steps and under bridges. All you remember is filling your Mount Franklin bottle up with wine. All you remember is meeting Hi-5's, watching the band play and climbing up rocks, [ insert event here ]

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Your walking through parks and down streets. If only people could see you now. See what you've become, you think to yourself. You're not that same girl you were four months ago. Yes that girl who was taught not to swear or sniff in public, she spits on the street and drinks out of a silver bag to get her night going. Yes that girl is off the rails now, kissing boys in the backseats of cars, drinking alcoholic concotions, smoking cigarettes and waking up in a room full of boys wondering where her biker boots are and why her forehead feels so bruised.

M.

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