Lifestyles of a Bitch & the Shameless
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I'm losing more sleep over your lives
Than I am mine
& how is that possible?
With your rich parents & nice houses
& phenomenal educations & expensive cars
& varsity sports & shitty personalities
& iPhones in your hands & Beats on your heads
& MacBooks at your disposal & flatscreens in your living rooms
& ignorant parents & fake IDs
& perfect SAT scores
& 5's on all of your AP exams
& your full-rides to fan-fucking-tastic Ivy League schools.
So tell me,
Why does it feel better to lose sleep over your lives,
Than it is mine?
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