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summertime sadness has hooked me 'round the waist, hissing in my ear, there is no escape. so what if part if me likes it? likes the drama in the midst of sadness, how the long days pass the fastest. im stuck in a dreamy half-world haze, trying to run away but im stuck in honey, sunshine that blocks out everything else. and i guess it's kinda funny, in a not-so-funny way, how i can be wide awake, but dreamin, just the same. time passes so slow, and yet still so fast. how much longer is this going to last? so what if I used the same last line as in one of my other poems I dont care