Wasted nights are a bur in a constant stream of reminiscent ratings.
Stumbling incoherently desperate for attention from strangers. Is this what your youth has been reduced to?
I’m sick of making a scene.
Discouraged and nostalgic we seek solutions in potions made to numb.
So much for condescending.
But fuck, we’re young. Let’s make mistakes and learn from them.
Cheers!
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