life doesn't always come in pretty bright colors
at first it might, just for a little bit.
for instinct your childhood
until you grow up and the one thing that mattered most to you was gone just like that
In a blink of an eye.
and not being able to do anything about it
man does it suck
every night when the clock strikes 12:08 I'm there.
with him, once again.
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12:08 :: jj
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