promises made to be broken and words better left unspoken

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disappointment is dripping from my
exhausted joints, wailing on about
the shitty music they play at high
school dances, my mom's weekend
job, the ugly word "princess" strapped
across my chest, the way no one can
look me in the eye anymore. since 21
september, i've been pretending not
to care about whether or not they
listen to my ranting on and my complaining,
although i'm really not sure how
much longer i can last trying to hold
a conversation with the bathroom
mirror. it listens just about as well
as any of them.

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2.17.09