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I call this one summer in New York City. Cherry Cola sippin where the bitchy seem pretty. Long days, & even longer nights. We fuss, we fight, wake up, & everythings all right. Long board down Coney Island. Tell me your secrets. Spin round N round. Forever young, forever proud. A new life she has found. Fish bowl diet, capri smoking riot. I swear these memories cant be real life. Careful not to blink twice. Everything great comes at a price. Fucking sellout? Yeah right. Cheers to the beginning of the never ending summer nights.
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East Village dreams. Tattoos on Saint Marks. Skull flavored kisses on Second Avenue. Starfilled eyes. Neon lights. Who knew a world could shine so bright? We had nothing to loose, nothing to gain. Child like innocence of blood promises to stay the same. No matter how far we go we remember where we are today.
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Patroistism is when love of your own people comes first;
Nationalism, when hate for people other than your own comes first.
(Charles De Gaulle)
History often repeats itself. In America, we define our Nation with stories of great heroes, underdogs, innovators, exceptional individuals that always seem to find a way to shine in a world overcast with doubt. These heroes are part of what made America great but it seems that our “heroes” choose to spend thier times standing behind lecterns and outlining exactly what is wrong with the person across the aisle. Now there seems to be an actual aisle dividing Americans, with people just standing on the very edge and yelling at each other. Whats happened? Politicians are people and people always disagree, but back then Americans seemed to possess this feeling of togetherness, a kind of oneness, and it wasnt because we didnt disagree with certain things but because we all loved and cherished the same values. We were America, a dream, where anybody and everybody could make it, and we were proud of ourselves damnit. So lets get back to being Americans, back to being one, with the knowledge that soon it will be America’s time, because history will always repeat itself.