The Art of Moving On

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I can't convince myself that any of this is worth it I can't get out of bed until I come to terms with the fact that my childhood is gone Yeah, I've always had a hard time moving on I don't want to move on. I remember sneaking into state parks after dark and hiding from the cops (FUCK THE COPS) I don't know if we were better then, all I know is that I felt better then These days I wake up in the morning, I get stoned, and then I go to work I come home and drink myself to sleep. Remember when drinking used to be fun?