Young Blood

Fifteen, eighteen, twenty-one
The smell 

That grounded feeling

Passion and paychecks
A little bit more
Life doesn’t pause for death
One out of 11,000
They’re getting old
Behind the shadows
Behind the pretense and embarrassment
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