Now that you’re gone I am the holder
of those memories you and I shared together
So young, so invincible, so much bolder
Oh how blind a young mind can be
Remembering those things we did in our youths
Many beautiful things
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Author:
wastedyouth (
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- Comment from author about the poem: About a friend I lost to addiction and how we had so much fun as youths experiencing drugs for the first time.... memories I don’t regret
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