the pain, the rush,
the urge, the hope.
faded, jeans,
spent, bills.
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a smile,
a laugh,
a moment.
a drink,
an evening,
a lifetime.
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It's like never living, being thirty and so awkward. My emotion, my reactions, never were polished, never were honed. That laughable teen, fumbling blindly, never quite comfortable, still present. Chances pass me like cars on the street, oblivious and intent. Their destination one I'll never know.
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