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Apr 2015
some days you're with your friends screaming along to your new favorite song ******* up the words but enjoying it and feeling like you could cry or die or just make pies all day
and some days it's eleven o clock and you're alone in the Applebees parking lot smoking a cigarette on the verge of tears but you won't cry because it's not exactly sad it's just ****** up and nothing is like the movies anymore.
the cigarette thing didn't happen to me
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(The back of your mind)   
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     ---, Rj, Josh Bass, r l and R
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