was a reckless year<\/p>\n
When we were all untouchable and determined to<\/p>\n
Prove it<\/p>\n
And our lives were destined for perfection.<\/p>\n
The more risks the better.<\/p>\n
We were all invincible,<\/p>\n
Because the world outside was just a rumor, like imagination.<\/p>\n
2008 Was a graphic year<\/p>\n
When vulgar tongues flailed and hallways stank<\/p>\n
There were fights sometimes<\/p>\n
And what happened on the weekend was no secret.<\/p>\n
Nothing was a secret<\/p>\n
Among the nosy, bored girls perpetually trading gossip,<\/p>\n
Wearing down the same tired topic<\/p>\n
Until finally someone did something more drastic than more<\/p>\n
drugs.<\/p>\n
No one wanted to run, or even walk too fast that year.<\/p>\n
We were all waiting for something to happen, I guess.<\/p>\n
Maybe we thought the world would change itself, or that somewhere<\/p>\n
Someone else was getting it all done.<\/p>\n
Our effort<\/p>\n
was never required, and if you did reach up,<\/p>\n
Try to touch a<\/p>\n
Star<\/p>\n
Then you could be sure someone would<\/p>\n
Grab<\/p>\n
Your ankle<\/p>\n
And tug you back in to place,<\/p>\n
In to line with the rest.<\/p>\n
The girls wore low shirts and the boys<\/p>\n
Wore lower pants and we all looked nearly the same<\/p>\n
Even though it was the age of<\/p>\n
Individualism.<\/p>\n
We didn\u2019t care most of the time<\/p>\n
And when we did it we hid it well because<\/p>\n
We were all superb actors<\/p>\n
We were lost<\/p>\n
But we pretended we were found,<\/p>\n
That we knew it all and just didn\u2019t want to share.<\/p>\n
…but it’s over now<\/p>\n
isn’t it?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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