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Dying young ain't so bad. She once told me. I couldn't fathom. To die young? What a miserable waste. Dying young ain't so bad. She retorted. It provoked me. To die young? Old age seems inane. Dying young ain't so bad. I told her. She retracted. To die young? Can we extend the clock a bit? Dying young ain't so bad. I comforted her. She gazed in silence. To die young? Not now. Dying young ain't so bad. I buried her.
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Aug 15, 2018
Aug 15, 2018 at 3:38 PM UTC
Dying young ain't so bad.
Dying young ain't so bad. She once told me. I couldn't fathom. To die young? What a miserable waste. Dying young ain't so bad. She retorted. It provoked me. To die young? Old age seems inane. Dying young ain't so bad. I told her. She retracted. To die young? Can we extend the clock a bit? Dying young ain't so bad. I comforted her. She gazed in silence. To die young? Not now. Dying young ain't so bad. I buried her.
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19/M/the end
Aug 15, 2018
Aug 15, 2018 at 3:38 PM UTC
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