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Dec 2024
In my teenage years, I listened to heavy rock,
Dressed as a true rock fan should,
Stayed up late into the night, smoked,
And gave no thought to what the next day would bring.

I’d wander with friends to abandoned places,
Where we’d tell scary stories, drink, and sing among the ruins.
Our hearts beat wildly with excitement.
Mari Chubinidze
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