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the sun isn't as bright as before the wind felt foreign the rain seems to feel comfortable. as you grow older, your heat dies innocence fades lies became truths, they know but never admits
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Jul 17, 2018
Jul 17, 2018 at 9:59 AM UTC
take me back
the sun isn't as bright as before the wind felt foreign the rain seems to feel comfortable. as you grow older, your heat dies innocence fades lies became truths, they know but never admits
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Jul 17, 2018
Jul 17, 2018 at 9:59 AM UTC
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