all the boys voices cracking. oh, the moaning half tones. come summertime, we're all the same age here. all the tension and the terror, thin limbed gorgeous green eyes smiling. and i'm going straight to hell. all the possibility and promise just weighs on me so heavily, and i try but i'm not convincing. your lips, they pout and twist. and i die
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