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Caaaarpe … caaarpe ... Caarpe Diem Keating whispered He whispered. in Delay there lies no plenty Shakespeare warned, gather ye rosebuds while ye may Herrick advised. We don’t whisper, warn or advise Generation Y PROCLAIMS! We shout, strong, sure and proud YOLO We chant, graffiti, hastag YOLO We get *one shot one opportunity to seize everything in we ever wanted in one moment* **** the romantics,. The critics, the experts, the analyzers too. YOLO Who says we can’t be prophetic, Philosophical, Beautiful? This is us, Our time our chance, so let’s make the most of the night like we’re gunna die young. It is our excuse. The reason I hit the gas rev the engine and slam it to the floor. With squealing tires, loud exhausts and smoky exits You can hear me we are young so lets set the world on fire we can burn brighter than the sun. We need to do this now, before the light in our eyes, light of our lives, go out. YOLO The reason we face mountains of debt with a smile. The face we put on brave, ready, awake when the bill collectors call, the healthcare goes into reform and the government shuts down. YOLO This moment, we own it this second in a catalogue of years. The months we spend crashing cars, bars and acting like stars. YOLO The reason we apply for jobs, we’ll never get. Taking rejection with a grin we will always try again. YOLO it is the reason I joined the race. After all, You. Only. Live. Once. -Kayla Morrison
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Mar 31, 2014
Mar 31, 2014 at 3:25 PM UTC
You Only Live Once (YOLO)
Caaaarpe … caaarpe ... Caarpe Diem Keating whispered He whispered. in Delay there lies no plenty Shakespeare warned, gather ye rosebuds while ye may Herrick advised. We don’t whisper, warn or advise Generation Y PROCLAIMS! We shout, strong, sure and proud YOLO We chant, graffiti, hastag YOLO We get *one shot one opportunity to seize everything in we ever wanted in one moment* **** the romantics,. The critics, the experts, the analyzers too. YOLO Who says we can’t be prophetic, Philosophical, Beautiful? This is us, Our time our chance, so let’s make the most of the night like we’re gunna die young. It is our excuse. The reason I hit the gas rev the engine and slam it to the floor. With squealing tires, loud exhausts and smoky exits You can hear me we are young so lets set the world on fire we can burn brighter than the sun. We need to do this now, before the light in our eyes, light of our lives, go out. YOLO The reason we face mountains of debt with a smile. The face we put on brave, ready, awake when the bill collectors call, the healthcare goes into reform and the government shuts down. YOLO This moment, we own it this second in a catalogue of years. The months we spend crashing cars, bars and acting like stars. YOLO The reason we apply for jobs, we’ll never get. Taking rejection with a grin we will always try again. YOLO it is the reason I joined the race. After all, You. Only. Live. Once. -Kayla Morrison
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Mar 31, 2014
Mar 31, 2014 at 3:25 PM UTC
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