The perfection of an artsy, intellectual, exhilarating, seductive, depressive, duplicitous, dramatic, intoxicating, frustrating, intimate, immature, apathetic, fiery, fiendish, irreverent, incredible student life was marred only by the pain of your inexcusable absence.
Why do you accuse me of being so free?
Where were you when I was trying to be me?
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