living life to the fullest

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He’s taken the lead Left me in the dust I raised But he’s still looking at me, pulling me through instead The world he’s lived in, explosions of color and haze,
When we were five, every day was like a new present. We were literally like kids on Christmas, but every day was a holiday. We get to see Grandma today. We get to play with our new friend.
These days We wait For something to happen We wait for Fridays We wait to be seniors We wait to go to college We wait for the perfect relationship We wait for happiness
To the Unconcerned:   Whimsical you were when youth was upon you.  
and i never kissed your supple cherry lips
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