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Ask me how I know it's cold. Because this body of mine feels so old. Eyesight poor, I'm nearly blind. Pedestrians are just speed bumps when I drive. I'm only 24 but I feel 99 The curse of someone ahead of their time. Ask me how I know it's colder. I can hear the squeaking in my shoulder. Post torn labrum, the scars still remain. As the temperatures fall, my joints start to cling onto to anything they can, but winter isn't easy. Once you begin the descent the slope stays slippery.
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Dec 12, 2014
Dec 12, 2014 at 6:51 PM UTC
A Winter-ish Freestyle
Ask me how I know it's cold. Because this body of mine feels so old. Eyesight poor, I'm nearly blind. Pedestrians are just speed bumps when I drive. I'm only 24 but I feel 99 The curse of someone ahead of their time. Ask me how I know it's colder. I can hear the squeaking in my shoulder. Post torn labrum, the scars still remain. As the temperatures fall, my joints start to cling onto to anything they can, but winter isn't easy. Once you begin the descent the slope stays slippery.
Not my best freestyle but I'll take it. Its a bit goofy on purpose, but still unfortunately accurate lol
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Dec 12, 2014
Dec 12, 2014 at 6:51 PM UTC
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