"You're wishin' too much, baby. You gotta stop wearing your wishbone where your backbone oughta be.”
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10pm - 1am.

valborg, the coming of spring; celebrations; picnics and champagne; joyful revelry; dancing; bbq
and then night falls, and it draws closer and closer to the time
the alcohol in your blood lets your guard down, your perseverence wavers
in my tipsy state i asked j enric if she would go with me
she said she would if i wanted, but did i really want to?
yes. please. it was my last chance.
but they persuaded me it would be better if i didn't go, reined me in
that night, i wasn't where i wanted to be
instead, i sat in front of the bonfire
staring at the fiery blaze
looking at the people around
wishing i could be like them
which i was, just a few weeks ago,
on top of the world.
higher, higher than anyone else.
and then, i fell.