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It’s rolled up sleeves. It’s cut up knees. It’s worrying to those who don’t understand it, but, then again it’s not giving a **** It’s a spark of hope almost lost in a sea of dread. It’s not something many understand, and in earnest a bit thickheaded. It’s the feeling of being young, of getting caught up in fleeting games of love and lust before settling down for a drink or two. It’s rebellion, really.
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Jan 1, 2018
Jan 1, 2018 at 3:55 PM UTC
-Mind of a 14 Year Old
It’s rolled up sleeves. It’s cut up knees. It’s worrying to those who don’t understand it, but, then again it’s not giving a **** It’s a spark of hope almost lost in a sea of dread. It’s not something many understand, and in earnest a bit thickheaded. It’s the feeling of being young, of getting caught up in fleeting games of love and lust before settling down for a drink or two. It’s rebellion, really.
Criticism is welcome.
_Will_
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Jan 1, 2018
Jan 1, 2018 at 3:55 PM UTC
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