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[bodytext] => 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. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 148 [topic] => 16 [informant] => bonolove [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => FriendshipPoetry )
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