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Contributed by
bonolove
on
Saturday, 2nd July 2005 @ 03:04:38 AM in AEST
Topic:
FriendshipPoetry
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I remember when it felt like
we had all the time in the world
to get things right.
when we could stay up all night
waiting to hear a song
when we would defend each other
even if we were wrong.
we could cry in front of anyone
because we felt unloved,
because we felt alone,
repulsive,
unpleasing,
or because we were stoned and
it seemed no one understood us.
how every small tragedy mattered
and somehow inspired us,
when everyday, we woke up
in a new world,
before all the hope dried up.
Copyright ©
bonolove
... [
2005-07-02 03:04:38] (Date/Time posted on
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