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Oct 2014
We were floating like
dirigibles
But now we're *******
miserable
Thought we were happy
Pretentious and sappy
Wanting to be seven months
older than we were.
Trying not to *****
like trying to stay inside
our own minds when they
told us not to judge
- not to ***** -
That's what you're doing
now.
You want to fly but
sickness brings you down
like the memories
they gave you
that you didn't want.

But apparently
you're just
taking a ****.
Drunken teenage ramblings
Devon Webb
Written by
Devon Webb  Auckland
(Auckland)   
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