The importance a place holds
The memories a basement brings
The late night talks you hear
The laughs that ring
The arguments, the fights
Bitching about each other, finding ways to kill them
Borrowing each other’s things and
PMSing together
Drunk on vodka, puking cheese nachos
Laughing as we watch the dark night with twinkling stars
Planning endless trips with just one successful one
Calling dibs on each other’s children, when most hate them
Pregnancy scares and 1st smoke
The time we spent, the time we will spend
All seem like a dream,
A dream too good to come true.


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