The wild ones

They said we would never make it, the kids who live on the edge. We live to the fullest, love with no limits, and dance under the moonlight until our hearts are content. They said our happiness would soon decay along with the dead flowers buried beneath our grave. I said “No, because the rebel in me will never cease to do nothing but increase the will to live. The rebel in me will never die” Apparently people like us are classified as “wallflowers, hippies, freaks, or theatre geeks. I may be a freak but I’m happy, are you?

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