October 31, 2008
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Back in school, we knew everything. The world couldn't turn unless we were ready to move. Ounk ruled, ruled the way we lived, the way this relationship worked. Everything was perfect, but we were about to find out, nothing stays the same.
Towards the end, we had the spotlight, the glamour, the fame. At the end of school about to start a new. With the dances, the raves, something started falling through. That wasn't how punk young was supposed to feel.
Now it's done. We know each other but we have lost ourselves. What use to rule us, our relationship, use to make the world go 'round, lost. We have to find out way going from punk of youth to punk of old.

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