I miss my friends. I miss those days when life was young and free. I miss just studying, i miss the old school. I miss lit lessons.

I miss feeling broken and lost. I miss sting rays on orange plates.

I miss my friends.
Who are we, today? What have i become.


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"Actually this explains alot you know. All my life i've had this strange feeling that theres something big and sinister going on in the world

"No thats perfect in all paranoia, everyone in the universe gets that."

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