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I remember,

the bass from yesterday's warped tour. . .

I can almost feel the adrenalin coming back to me as I close my eyes and let go in the sea of bodies.

Fists flying. . .

Mosh. . .the only word that even makes sense to me anymore. . .

Shove, kick, push, punch, hit, grab, ram, clash. . .

As the sun beats down on our backs, and as the crowds thicken, holding us down in restraint, we still manage to break free. . .

and the blood in my mouth never tasted so sweet. I live for this.

And so I open my eyes and smile. Can't wait till next warped.