10:11 am: if our youth was truly this glamorized

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oh our youth, love
so wonderlusted and craved
so glorious and glorified
so perfect
ranger child like adults run howl in the moonlight
without a care of the world they dance till they're drunk on freedom
and open windows unlocked at midnight
and blurred music no one seems to like blasting through the bodies swaying, thirsting beer drunk parties
and dyed strips of hair, with the darkest of eyeliner, with unsanitary stick a pokes
and unprompted laughs, smiles so wide and festive, they are the envy of society
oh our youth, so carefree
so carefre-
so car-
so

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