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We like to go to the cliff on Fridays and sit three abreast Staring out in to the abyss of sea and night and life Having our thoughts and ideas and plans affirmed by each other - for each other. Fuelled by rolled up cigarettes and hope. We know we are different Special. We are best friends. We don't go to the cliff anymore Times have changed and we have grown up and we are not as sure that we are as different or as special as we were then. Maybe we have lost hope We haven't lost the cigarettes yet. But we are still best friends, the same but different Older yet still young in our concepts of each other. Our souls as sisters, still sitting next to each other. Three abreast. Three best.
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Mar 25, 2019
Mar 25, 2019 at 2:49 PM UTC
The Cliff
We like to go to the cliff on Fridays and sit three abreast Staring out in to the abyss of sea and night and life Having our thoughts and ideas and plans affirmed by each other - for each other. Fuelled by rolled up cigarettes and hope. We know we are different Special. We are best friends. We don't go to the cliff anymore Times have changed and we have grown up and we are not as sure that we are as different or as special as we were then. Maybe we have lost hope We haven't lost the cigarettes yet. But we are still best friends, the same but different Older yet still young in our concepts of each other. Our souls as sisters, still sitting next to each other. Three abreast. Three best.
#friendship#childhood#nostalgia#memories#seaside#growing
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EDowning
23/F/Cardiff
Mar 25, 2019
Mar 25, 2019 at 2:49 PM UTC
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