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Stolen
I should have asked instead of stealing 3 energy drinks from my dad.
"You're a fucking thief," he told me.
I'm not trying to be.
I just want to stay awake all day
and excess caffeine is the only way.
I'm always so damn tired.
My brain has been rewired
for caffeine to be the only way
and now I have to pay.
I will absolutely admit
I deserve to pay for it.
I know it isn't ideal
for anyone to steal.
About the Creator
Rene Peters
I write what I know, usually in the form of poetry. I tend to lean towards mental health, epilepsy, and loss/grieving.
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Comments (1)
I like this. Good work