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Oct 2015
When you listen to those songs you used to love when you were younger
those moods you used to get in come flooding back.
How you used to dream in those songs, about leaving that town,
about growing out of that heartache,
about molding into those dreams.

But you listen to them now
and you feel that pain you used to feel
it hits you like a coma of sadness
you can't move, you can't breathe, you can't feel,
but you can hurt, so you do for a while,
you think of how you've grown
for the better, for the worse.

You remember how you thought those hits back then were tough,
or how you thought that pain back then hit bone deep.
Now all you feel is this nostalgia of what you thought pain really was and you slowly start to realize that was the little leagues,
you were the sad little kid on the bleachers but now you're not even on the **** team.

You run this show solo
and more afraid than ever.

But being afraid and alone is better than being afraid with the masses
because you know you're stronger now,
you know you can take this,
your bones have gotten solid,
your blood has gotten thick.

But you know what?

Blood will always be ******* blood and it will always bleed just like it used to back then.
brianna
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brianna  19/F/Arizona
(19/F/Arizona)   
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