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I’ll write you a small story. Listening to small music while scraping by and laughing upon bedclothes that will soon become threadbare with neglect. The dirty clothes piling up in a corner, I tried to hide them behind my hamper containing wrinkled clean clothes I haven’t made the time to fold and I keep getting these bills in the mail i store them in my top dresser drawer like I will someday pay them but I think the bill collectors will call first. I’m such a bad adult, I still want to play like a child and I don’t want to do it under the influence but I think that’s what bad adults do so I’ll just drink a large glass of white wine and keep on touching you. It’s what I do best. I want to be pretty like the photographs I’ve seen of other people. I’ll just work on my soul, because I fly free without religion, with bare beliefs. I’m just like several coins in your palm. You suit me for today and not any further because really today and yesterday are all I know...