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The thought of growing up, Makes me hate life. The thought of responsibilities, Makes me want to puke. The thought of paying bills, Makes me want to cry. The thought of working, makes me really tired. The thought of buying a house, Makes me feel stressed. The thought of going gray, Makes me want my youth. But in the end, my wild will no long Be accepted from a not-child.
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Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 12:47 AM UTC
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The thought of growing up, Makes me hate life. The thought of responsibilities, Makes me want to puke. The thought of paying bills, Makes me want to cry. The thought of working, makes me really tired. The thought of buying a house, Makes me feel stressed. The thought of going gray, Makes me want my youth. But in the end, my wild will no long Be accepted from a not-child.
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serena-adams
Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 12:47 AM UTC
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