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Growing old it is inevitable. Our skin gets wrinkled bodies become weak and weary teeth shatters. Hands will be shaky eyes goes blurry walking will be hard. The only good about getting old is if you and me will be together. I will not care how your skin will look like. I will help you get up, sit with me, sleep with me. We will smile and laugh at each others shattered teeth. I will hold your shaky hands and we will shake together. I will tell you what i see with my blurry eyes. I know and i will always remember how your face looks like. And if we can't even walk lets sit and watch the radiant sunset go down. Our love will always be young.
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Jul 14, 2014
Jul 14, 2014 at 11:48 PM UTC
Growing Old
Growing old it is inevitable. Our skin gets wrinkled bodies become weak and weary teeth shatters. Hands will be shaky eyes goes blurry walking will be hard. The only good about getting old is if you and me will be together. I will not care how your skin will look like. I will help you get up, sit with me, sleep with me. We will smile and laugh at each others shattered teeth. I will hold your shaky hands and we will shake together. I will tell you what i see with my blurry eyes. I know and i will always remember how your face looks like. And if we can't even walk lets sit and watch the radiant sunset go down. Our love will always be young.
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Jul 14, 2014
Jul 14, 2014 at 11:48 PM UTC
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