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...written on 2008-06-04, @ 4:14 p.m.
I remember a day when we were all soft and baby-faced. Smiling sillily at someone's camera as benches collapsed under the weight of our horde. Something in us was still searching then for whatever we were missing. WE never quite found it in each other but good god we tried. We tried to fill each gapping hole inside us with that. These were the days before we looked for the rest of ourselves in love and other nations, scholarly passions and career goals, and most of all before we found ourselves 10 beers richer in dark bars. In our hearts and our homes, your family wasn't broken, your dad wasn't drinking himself to death, and you didn't hate those 30 extra pounds. We all had things. Some more minor than others but in each other we forgot them...or tried valiantly.
Then those days died. We sniped and bit at each kind hand. Struggled for independence from whatever this had been before it got too close, before it damaged us even more. We descended into our own lives.