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I Miss Those Times.

I miss

I miss the nights when things were different

I miss the nights when I asked what pokémon you caught

not what STD you got

I miss the fridays when we asked what you were doing

not, who you were ********

The nights when it was about us

and not them

the nights when we smiled

not cried

Why is it

why is it we want to grow up

instead of living

because before we know it

there wont be any time left to live

and we’ll be wishing to have it back

missing the nights when things we different

the nights when I didn’t have to worry about

losing you

the nights when you remember

what happened

the nights when

you didn’t have to ask others

what happened

when will it end

the nights when

you don’t come home

you don’t call for a ride

and you don’t come back.

because one day

people will be saying

boy I knew her when

when things were different

the nights when partying

meant cake and weird hats

not drugs and bad tat’s

all I’m trying to say is not

how to live your life

but to live your life

people say you only live once

thats true

but

you only die once

don’t make that once

because you were young

and stupid

remember

remember the days when

you could walk yourself to the car

the nights when drinking

meant juice

and higher

meant on a swing

and the only thing getting baked

were cookies.

Now

the twisted meanings

are your life

were your life

when the nights

were different.

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Abigail-Madsen
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Nov 24, 2012
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