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I Was Cosigned

A poem

by Superstition

Huddled in the dim living room, back to the radiator

I take another gulp of my gin and Lucozade.

Add Reply.

Classic Black background, mercifully dark

Unlike the offensive glare of the hallway light

Frames my new offering

Suddenly, mind fills with regret and self-doubt

Will this contribution please them?

Will my composition

Agonised over for the best part of an hour

Be enough?

Minutes tick by

I begin to panic

Stupid, stupid. Why did you write that?

Is it too late to edit?

Too late to delete?

Has somebody seen it?

Has somebody called me a neek?

A fragile, twitching finger closes in on F5

Whatever refreshes

Pixels arrange themselves in the same patterns.

Disheartened.

But what's this? A reply? Click.

Eyes flicker to the new addition

Tucked geometrically under a quote of my post

It reads, "C/S"

Beautiful, merciful C/S.

Can the mind fathom two sweeter letters

To be bisected by misapplied punctuation?

Chest swells with pride.

Acceptance. Approval. Affirmation.

Deep breath. The air is a touch sweeter.

I knock back the remainder of my gin and Lucozade.

Retire to bed, proud

I was cosigned.

one of the best things ever written on here tbh

superstition needs to come back

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lol my nigga eric

respect for Brisco is now at zero for cosigning this pussyhole behaviour.

i think the silly behaviour is this oxford street footlocker thing. you must work there? or in the store across from it!?

why such an open place? why not hyde park if u want somewhere central, regents park,

oxford street at odd AM times on the most cctv guarded street, along with the rise in jewellery raids by people who would be dressed like you is pretty much the dumbest thing suggestible..and imo bares no reflection on how 'on it' someone is or can be.

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