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It's when 17 feels like 70 not the wisdom not the count of teeth but the way friends passing away shrivelling body drying soul is what you feel In the cold sun at the bottom of the day I think you think I saw you there
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Mar 8, 2019
Mar 8, 2019 at 2:00 AM UTC
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It's when 17 feels like 70 not the wisdom not the count of teeth but the way friends passing away shrivelling body drying soul is what you feel In the cold sun at the bottom of the day I think you think I saw you there
when young feels like old when I feel you
#random#meet#headup#ifeelyou
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Mar 8, 2019
Mar 8, 2019 at 2:00 AM UTC
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