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This is the crusty eye feeling when you first wake up This is the summer time heat in the dead of the night The kitchen light underneath your bedroom door when you're too scared to sleep That "diamond" ring you got out of the 50 cent machine at the convenience store The old veterans hat that you wore until you were 11 because you thought you were making a difference The stinging feeling of getting your ears pierced by your best friend This is the history books that bore you to death during class This is not I repeat not About that pain you feel when you think of how many people die because suicide every ten minutes This is not the spider weaving a home in the corner of your ceiling This is not the uneasy feeling after a nap that was a little bit too long The glass that ripped up your arms when you were in a head on collision at 17 The corner of cook and 12th street where you had your first kiss The scared feeling of telling your parents you like the same gender as your own The punches from that bully who takes your lunch money every morning Sometimes I feel prehistoric All of these memories that I will soon forget Much like the mammoths did when they froze over
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May 10, 2016
May 10, 2016 at 6:52 PM UTC
Mammoths
This is the crusty eye feeling when you first wake up This is the summer time heat in the dead of the night The kitchen light underneath your bedroom door when you're too scared to sleep That "diamond" ring you got out of the 50 cent machine at the convenience store The old veterans hat that you wore until you were 11 because you thought you were making a difference The stinging feeling of getting your ears pierced by your best friend This is the history books that bore you to death during class This is not I repeat not About that pain you feel when you think of how many people die because suicide every ten minutes This is not the spider weaving a home in the corner of your ceiling This is not the uneasy feeling after a nap that was a little bit too long The glass that ripped up your arms when you were in a head on collision at 17 The corner of cook and 12th street where you had your first kiss The scared feeling of telling your parents you like the same gender as your own The punches from that bully who takes your lunch money every morning Sometimes I feel prehistoric All of these memories that I will soon forget Much like the mammoths did when they froze over
Punkfoot
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Punkfoot
May 10, 2016
May 10, 2016 at 6:52 PM UTC
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