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Stagnant writer Sep 2017
I would give anything to be 15 years old again.
Imagine the things we could've done; imagine who we would've become.

I remember walking down the train tracks while you told me scary stories.
Blasting that music with just the two of us in that party room.
Remember getting in trouble in class for talking too much?
I've changed since you're not around.

Remember all the stupid things we used to do?
You never listened to your parents when they told you not to do something.
How we used to act out just to impress a bunch of girls.
Or how I used to go over to your house for your birthday where your dad made barbecue.

I miss how I cracked jokes and you never laughed
or how you always challenged me to an arm wrestle even though you always lost.
We talked about our future with a blueprint right beside us.
We swore we'd make it out together no matter the cost.
I remember you promised me forever on our field trip sitting there on that yellow school bus.

I remember we used to play outside until the sun went down.
We used to stay up late and watch shows your mom said we couldn't watch.
Or how you stole your brothers xbox so we could play hours on end.
When you always thought that you were so grown.
I remember when you were my friend.

I miss how we used to eat too much junk food
or how you used to always challenge me to an arm wrestle even though you always lost
We swore we'd make it out together, no matter the cost.
My little buddy, I'm not the same, but I hope you're proud.
My little buddy, I'll keep your promise and keep you inside my head until the very end.
Stagnant writer Sep 2017
Most people have never felt what I just felt tonight.
A surge of electricity that replaces the blood in your veins.
A rare form of reassurance; makes you feel as though everything will be alright.
An inexplicable rush that numbs the pain.

This cleanser that wipes out every ordeal in the heat of the moment.
This high that makes you feel like you'll never fall.
This field of security that makes you feel like you don't need any improvement.
This jovial drunken state that requires no alcohol at all.

Because what I felt that night wasn't artificial.
That night, I broke the chains and set myself free.
No one can tell me that what we did was superficial.
Because on that night, I was drowning in ecstasy.

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