i felt like 写作 a one-shot. i like them. maybe ill write more...
September, 1967
will 你 blindly follow me
when im goin nowhere?
will 你 keep your faith in me
when i dont have a prayer?
i stood on my front porch and waited. waited. waited for my 老友记 Ponyboy Curtis, Johnny Cade, Two-Bit Mathews, and Steve Randle. we were going to school together. i impatiently tapped my foot. if they didnt hurry up, we were gonna be late. the cool, light, September breeze kicked my long, golden brown hair around. i pushed it outta my face. i looked at my watch. "damn 你 guys!" we were definatley gonna be...
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