There was a party.
We were lucky enough to have invited each other,
We were the misfits,
The broken,
The burnt out.
And then we were inspired.
The walls...
The air...
We inspired each other, and it became contagious.
And it was a sickness you hope to never recover from...
Some of us still carry that beautiful sickness.
And it still feels good.
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