I miss the wild self abandon,
The mindless petty rampage
Of an endless dialogue bequeathed
To unremembered acquaintances.
The luxuriance of an outspoken opinion,
The brevity of a concern.
I miss the feeling of being
The permission to be
Me, but more me
Me, but less me
Me, but not me.
I don't miss the hangover.
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