coping routine of being a teen

     i recall those hundred weeks
     how they went i'll tell you quick,
     even though spent far abroad
     'here' through law i sneak the word.

     i do not regret the dreams that
     i've lost for couple years
     and those hundred weeks felt booked
     and see
     how each of them would
     look:
 
       i smoked weed
then i skipped guilt
then i skipped pain
then i took quilts
then i took sweets
then i took pills
then i took head
      i mean girlfriend 

     i may had even taken wine   
     foolishly thinking of divine.

     and now that's all
     it's passed,
     it's gone

     and now apparently
     i've grown
 
     i leave no time to "if"s an "why"s
     because those days
     i had survived


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