TGIF

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I loved the way the lights bounced from red to green and changed the color of our shirts as often as we bounced from one house to another.

I loved how you felt free even if it wasn’t all you. 

I loved the people we met who were just as free as you, too. 

And best of all, I loved how free I was and it was all me.

How astounding.

I loved the way they hated us and we didn’t care.

And the way that I typed random letters into the title and it spelled out TGIF. 

That’s no coincidence.

May Friday never die until we do.

  • Author: Alex (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 12th, 2018 16:36
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments1

  • Netashi

    ITS WEDNESDAY, jokes aside great write keep up the good work



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