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But I wrote this. Please tell me if it’s shit. I promise I wont cry

These are the days,

Of running rampant in the freedom of our youth,

Intoxication til unconsciousness,

Injecting, ingesting, inhaling.

These are the days,

Of dreams divulged then dashed,

Smoke from the cigarettes,

Showing the whole world is

Burning.

These are the days,

Of crazy Saturday nights,

and hazy Sunday mornings,

Of things we’ll never remember,

And things we’ll never forget.

These are the days,

Of spinning rooms and unfamiliar faces,

Of volume  and octane,

And hour-short affairs.

These are the days,

Of defiance to our demons ,

Fighting them off but not away,

Or nurturing them like sickly infants.

Gone are the days

Of awkward summer romance,

Lemonade by the pond at the 4th of July,

Kissing you almost, but not close enough.

These are the days

Oh, these are but the days,

Of sleeping late

And smoking on elder’s  graves

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