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Jul 2013
We sat in a circle
chain smoking
between bowl packs
and bitter shots
We almost forgot
what it was like
when our lives
revolved
solely
around
crowd surfing
at cheap shows
We almost forgot
how it felt
to care so much
about
anarchy
and
atheism
We lost our hearts
somewhere
between
the
long shifts
and
hospital trips
We have so much
more
than we did back then
But we are so much
less
than we were back then
And he said
"I
would
overdose
tonight
if
I
had
the
*******
money.
I
would
end
it
all
tonight
if
I
didn't
sp­end
my
last
fifty
bucks
on
gas
just
to
get
here,
just
to
see
you
­*****,
just
to
remember
to
forget
what
real
happiness
tastes
like­
because
I'm
sure
it's
sweeter
than
*******
and
warmer
than
whisk­ey"
Well
"I GUESS THIS IS GROWING UP"
That empty laugh
That makes our ears ring
Because we know
just what it's
hiding
Morgan
Written by
Morgan  25/F/Scranton Pa
(25/F/Scranton Pa)   
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