I feel for the lonely girls
Who sneak from their parents' houses to the 7-11 every night
just to get high once they're sleeping;
The ones who sit alone
with cheap cigarettes and
empty promises and
convince themselves that they're truly alone.
You know the feeling you get
when you first taste love and hunger for more?
They can't remember it even a little bit
because they left behind all that matters.
And you try to find a word for what you're feeling
but it doesn't exist in your language,
so you spend your whole life with it on the tip of your tongue.
And you'll never say it.
You've never known how
and you never will.
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