my grandpa is 84 years old
well on his way
to the festival
i am...
jealous of the fun,
the thrills of a
new beginning
he'll have
without me
i'll miss him
he'll miss me too
i hope...
i mean...
he can't possibly
forget me
in the festival,
right?
because
as he puts it,
"what fun would that be
without you?"
Jan 30, 2021
Jan 30, 2021 at 8:39 PM UTC
my grandpa is 84 years old
well on his way
to the festival
i am...
jealous of the fun,
the thrills of a
new beginning
he'll have
without me
i'll miss him
he'll miss me too
i hope...
i mean...
he can't possibly
forget me
in the festival,
right?
because
as he puts it,
"what fun would that be
without you?"
to the person who raised me up, he's probably sleeping right now
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