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I want to grow up, and move out,
and fill my work desk with plants
I take care of better than I take care of
myself.
I want to drive away and change my name
so it can mean something and I can too.
I want breathing to be easy.
I want to hurt when the sun sets,
not when it rises.
I want to grow into my ears,
and out of my clothes,
stop wanting stupid tattoos
and picturing myself laying on train tracks.
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