all my friends are growing up,
settling down,
losing touch but
keeping memories.
it's hard to remember how it felt
being 15 and reckless
so foolish;
we were wise enough to know
that those were the days to remember.
But I refuse to be lukewarm.
I won't say my best times are buried times.
this is just the start.
the ones who stuck by me
are the ones I'll keep
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mostly because it's beautiful writing, and it seems to be exactly what i'm feeling at exactly the right time.
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Thanks!
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