I sit on the piano of the frat house party, my eyes on my cup, laughing with everyone. I hate the bitter taste of alcohol but everyone drinks it so I have to fit in. I get up, trash my cup and head out to the front lawn, pulling a cigarette from my pocket and lighting it, filling the air with the sweet smell of cigarette smoke. I notice groups of people passing by on the street, a few wave, others clearly look away.
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16G̩̱ͩ̏͜o̯̱̊͊͢ḑ̴̞͛̒
20/05/2025
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20/05/2025
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23/04/2025
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Archyr
24/04/2025
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Talkior-So3cTEAd
03/04/2025
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