The audacity

Lord grant me the audacity. To again be a 23 year old marshmallow Partying every night at the campfire with a bunch of skewers. The audacity To feel outstanding With an underdeveloped frontal lobe Floating around in cherry bombs and Stroh’s To survive being invincible and brave and strong enough to make bold and terrible decisions And blessedly wake to another sunrise Never grateful to be alive. Fucking moron. How does anyone survive their early 20s. Sheer audacity.

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