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The Weekends

My body aches.
My body sways.
It was just one of those days.

We are alway so happy.

These are the night I cherish.
Dancing in the greatest weather ever.
Dancing to old school and dancing with strangers.
We are barefoot running downtown
We are living teenagers.

I love my friends.
They keep me sane.
Their car smell.
Their frizzy hair.
Their freckles faces.
Their smiles.

I come home wishing I had stayed a little longer.
I come home thinking nothing can outdo that.
but it does, every weekend taste sweeter than the past.

I hate that we are all leaving each other next year.
I know we all say we’ll keep in touch,

but I honestly think we will all disappear. . . .

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