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I once snuck out of the house to - why else? - meet up with a girl. And being the rebel that she was, she stood me up for fear of being caught. Oh well.
Not the worst thing I've ever done, but the only typical act of teenage rebellion I can think of that woudnt've netted me a criminal record had I been caught.
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I wake up in the morning more tired than before I slept
I get through cryin' and I'm sadder than before I wept
I get through thinkin' now, and the thoughts have left my head
I get through speakin' and I can't remember, not a word that I said
- Ben Harper, Show Me A Little Shame
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