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We went from “who loves orange soda?” to take a shot for me. To waiting in lines at the DMV, from waiting in lines at the school dance like “bruh hold my spot for me” From N64 controllers to leasing a Toyota Corolla Dealing with these adult life problems we don’t have no control of From pillow forts to the rents due From action figures to hopes of six figures From razor scooters to shaving with razors From love letters to car notes crazy right? The only losses we worried about were argued through Rock Paper Scissors. Now we worry about losing jobs, material things and on the news daily we lose our brothers and sisters. The only pain we felt was scraping our knees on the concrete. Now we scrape change tryna pay the bills hoping that our ends meet. I wish I could go back, I close my eyez with my memories and feel gratification. And the thing I miss most of all at that tender age is my imagination I can’t believe I couldn’t wait to get big
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Sep 26, 2018
Sep 26, 2018 at 11:24 PM UTC
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We went from “who loves orange soda?” to take a shot for me. To waiting in lines at the DMV, from waiting in lines at the school dance like “bruh hold my spot for me” From N64 controllers to leasing a Toyota Corolla Dealing with these adult life problems we don’t have no control of From pillow forts to the rents due From action figures to hopes of six figures From razor scooters to shaving with razors From love letters to car notes crazy right? The only losses we worried about were argued through Rock Paper Scissors. Now we worry about losing jobs, material things and on the news daily we lose our brothers and sisters. The only pain we felt was scraping our knees on the concrete. Now we scrape change tryna pay the bills hoping that our ends meet. I wish I could go back, I close my eyez with my memories and feel gratification. And the thing I miss most of all at that tender age is my imagination I can’t believe I couldn’t wait to get big
Bart415
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28/M/San Francisco
Sep 26, 2018
Sep 26, 2018 at 11:24 PM UTC
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