Remember wandering streets at night
Loopy from hormones and lust
And wondering if you were bound for delight
Or just another bust?
Or standing there atop a hill
That overlooked your town
In search of one amazing thrill
Before it dragged you down
Can you even recall the way you felt
When you weren’t forced to bear
The disappointments you were dealt?
Just leave it all back there!
Are You Reading Me?
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