4619
4619 Rosemead Blvd
This is where I Woke Up,
Where I slept on scratched blue sheets
In a room with the two 12 and Lost
Imagine being Locked and Lost at 12
Missing school to heal with the Zigzagged Minded adolescents and smalls
I keep my wristband,
To remind me that I am no longer small
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