tricky_nicky
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Jun 18, 2004
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- 17
when i come home @ 7am.. still wearing my party gear, shoes in one hand, water bottle in the other. club stamps smeared up my arms like tracks - the perplexed, strained look of my eyes, temple and locked jaw...
and dad's secret code to tell me he KNOWS ive been out on drugs is...
"how much sleep did you get last nite??"
i HATE that. its time to move outta home
and dad's secret code to tell me he KNOWS ive been out on drugs is...
"how much sleep did you get last nite??"
i HATE that. its time to move outta home

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