Life as a seventeen year old
should consist of alcohol
and sexual inuendos.
Instead i'm constantly
underestimating myself.
I have no esteem,
and yet boast a six-pack.
Why can't i escape marriage?
It's trailing around
in my mind.
Shoving the thought
that you and I would work.
I'm seventeen.
I'm a child.
Monday, 29 January 2007
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