Never had friends like I did that summer back when I was twelve and we discovered the world was waiting out there for ourselves and never knew that innocence was wasted on the young and every sunset burned its way into my young, young heart. We let them pass away, can we get them back today? Because here I sit beside myself wondering if these dreams are worth the price I paid or if I should trade them in for something more comfortable? No I can't let them go, they got me this far, so-- I'll take today and every hope and dream and childish fantasy and forge a chain and bind myself unto this dreaming heart.

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