sitting across from unoccupied glasses beads of sweat dripping down my back smoke caressing the bill of my cap im waiting for her to sit across from my slipping expression im writing with a pen that isnt mine but i feel these are my words to own im in a glass box watching these dependant idiots drive to places theyd rather not be i dont think im better than them for arriving at this unwanted destination soonerBirth sign: Pisces
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