Give me a break, by student Subscribe to rss feed for student

I inhale the smoke,
and it settles in my chest.
My clothes are on the floor,
and my hair's a mess.
I should've listened when they said,
"don't settle for less".
Because now I'm stuck with you,
and I need a fucking rest.
Posted: 2016-04-26 19:23:20 UTC

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