poetry about how difficult it is to be in your twenties.
(You feel this too, right?)
Sunday, July 7, 2013
Goodbye, Williamsburg!
"Sorry I'm so sweaty" - Everyone I run into on the street
urban whale
"my last shift at the restaurant"
The final days of anything
Are always the hardest.
--
The only key I have right now are for my bike lock.
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