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Oct 2014
I met you at 12
You were a good ole boy
You watched me become
a drugged out, alcoholic punk
We became best friends anyways
Sharing secrets at 3AM over the phone
We were a giant ******* to everyone else
We didn't stand for these stupid cliques
We didn’t care about what our friends thought
We remained close, after I moved 1500 miles away,
I remember drinking and dancing on the
Hood of your mom’s truck
While blaring Born In The USA
Both of us shouting the words
and I can’t remember having ever been
as happy.
and somewhere along that line
falling for each other like only best friends could.
Emily Alison Scotti
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Emily Alison Scotti
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