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You remind me of summer nights
The pangs of insecurity beating in my chest like a box drum
The denizen misery of being fifteen, sixteen, seventeen
Being afraid that I only have one night to make something out of nothing
For you to take my hand
The words stick in my throat because they’re just not good enough
The sun’s going down; this is my favorite time of night
The sweat drips down the back of my thig
And I wish I never met you