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Doesn't Remind Me
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May 2010
I throw pong balls in dixie cups, fly that magic carpet,
hang out in Seton, because it doesn't remind me of anything,
I like 90's rap, and playing video games with friends,
cyph nightly in my room, because it doesn't remind me of anyone,
I roam the streets of New York, until my feet can barely walk,
always choose other days than Tuesdays, because it doesn't remind me of any face.
I walk dogs with my music blasting, every week I catch Glee,
sing along as I get goosebumps, because it doesn't remind me of anything,
I have poke wars with friends, and let my guitar collect dust,
read novel after novel, because it doesn't remind me of anyone,
I like destroying my voice, and trashing any cards I'm dealt,
with a grin carrying the cross, because it doesn't remind me of any place.
I call up all my friends, and quickly buy a 30 pack,
chug during the playoffs, because it doesn't remind me of anything,
take down all the pictures, and burn the shoe box,
anything that helps me, not remind me of anyone,
I sleep in a different position, moved around my room,
talk openly with other girls, because it doesn't remind me of any face.
