falling in love with a generation that is not mine. through the words and the songs and the faces. somedays i feel i was born at the wrong time and i don't fit in here. wouldn't belong at all if i didn't have someone to hold on to.
i miss my birds and the person you used to be. whatever happened to that naive, simpler version of you?
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