I put away childish things, like myself

Notes from the little black book	When you grow up, your heart dies	I once was a clueless young noder	You too can spend four years
I remember when it was me who made her toilet flush	Damn it! I'm an adult!	Never quite at home in the world	The day I realized what being alive was
The only place I ever go is the grocery store.	Harvard-Westlake	What to do if you are offered marijuana	The Wandering Jew
Growing up	in the dark of my heart, dad	Youth is made to be misspent	It feels like fingernails across the moon. Or do you rub your wings together?
being beaten into an unhealthy state by other people's pasts	My cat's breath smells like cat food	Our garden	Away in the manger
you, the marionette	The idiot free zone	My withdrawal into myself	Drowning in a sea of mediocrity

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