Day One

Wanna sniff glue and dance to rocknroll.
Twirl in a room with my lips painted red, leaving a kiss on every cheek. 

I wanna watch the world melt into a blurred memory of fast living and cheap thrills. Share a drag off of a stranger’s cigarette. Spit youthful poetic insight directly into their face. The type of insight that becomes nonsense once the fun mind fades off.

Wanna be back, breathing the same exhaled breath of a thousand other weirdos scrambling to escape their childhood pain.

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