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Freshman Fool

I fill myself up with doubt
And drown my sorrows in drugs.
Drink away the pain.
Wash away the love.
Numbing is the process,
But that is what it’s for,
And I leave myself a mess.
Build these walls to ensure,
Ensure that I won’t get hurt again,
And I won’t be fooled twice.
Who needs friends,
When you’ve got vice?



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BalladOfMonaLisa said...
Aug. 20, 2013 at 8:15 pm
I am a freshman this year as well, and I can completely relate.... Beautifully written.
 
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