In the darkest of times, when your halo no longer glows due to the depths of black hair dye you've drowned in. In the lightest of moods, when everything is too good to be true... The bastard, Nostalgia creeps up, reminding you of everything you loved just after graduation. The shows, the sense of freedom, the fearlessness in knowing everything would be alright. Now you're old, and guess what? Nothing will ever be alright.

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