D. M. L. Catseye (3/15/94)
My summer job
I'm not nearly as stressed as last year
but i'm not as happy, either
because last year there was drama.
this year, I'm just sad.
It's all coming to an end so fast.
I thought that all these friendships would forever last.
People always say it, but now I understand
the only thing that will stay
is an album
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