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i wish you wouldn't hit me with that 
"it's been that kind of day" shit
when i know for a fact that all you do
is 
lie in bed
watch movies
play games
get your breakfast brought to you

 i'm over here just trying to graduate
and you're like wow 
life is hard

 girl
don't i know
that life is hard?
especially when you dropped out of my life
and still, i guess, expect me to want you in it

 and like, i get it
i read today what ponyboy pointed out--
things are hard all over.
but still.

 don't complain about your perfect life
hiding lies and consequences
and expect me to have sympathy
when i barely sleep
eat
and only hug the love of my life
twice a month

 --1.28.20

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