Caged Sunflower

I pray that as an adult I will not look back on my teenage years with scepticism. I need so badly to be vindicated; to take to heart the emotional intensity and sugar-rush dreams. I hope that I’m still mad at society and love pizza too much and get worked up over sub-cultures and cut sutures and sunk futures and find meaning in places where it ought not to be, in the gasps and hitches of breath in certain songs — oh god, let me not regret this; please don’t make me change. 

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