'we are the reckless, we are the wild youths'
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phil was certain that the 'walk' was going somewhere.
the pills were still fresh in his mind. pink, round ones.
thrice a day.
is dan sick?
a slight cough could be heard from dan's room through the thin, white walls.
phil cried even harder, tears staining his pillow but he didn't care.
what, or rather who, he cares about is dan.
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Youth (phan)
Fanfiction'and if you're still breathing you're the lucky ones cause most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs' - based on the song youth by daughter
