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My saccharine youth will hurt one day bring forth cold tears that burn my cheeks now lost in spots and lines my heart aged with concern. So delicate is this perfect time afraid to see it go I hold my breath as present turns now past - a flake of snow. My sunny days of youth melt fast what if I can’t look back Infected with nostalgia’s curse I’m poisoned with the past. And even if I dare to look it will be through some lense so warped and cracked, redacted past an act of self defence. The water b’neath me brings me close this chapter’s near its time I’ll slowly breathe and carefully watch the life I love pass by.
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Jun 24, 2019
Jun 24, 2019 at 10:20 PM UTC
Edge of Nineteen
My saccharine youth will hurt one day bring forth cold tears that burn my cheeks now lost in spots and lines my heart aged with concern. So delicate is this perfect time afraid to see it go I hold my breath as present turns now past - a flake of snow. My sunny days of youth melt fast what if I can’t look back Infected with nostalgia’s curse I’m poisoned with the past. And even if I dare to look it will be through some lense so warped and cracked, redacted past an act of self defence. The water b’neath me brings me close this chapter’s near its time I’ll slowly breathe and carefully watch the life I love pass by.
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Jun 24, 2019
Jun 24, 2019 at 10:20 PM UTC
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