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You can touch your feet if you're an infant, You may even put your feet into your mouth, And you will still look so cute. You try to repeat it after growing up, Your relatives will take you to the psychiatrist, And you won't like this ugly twist. I was surely so cute in my infancy, During my childhood, I was cute still, Everyone loved me so much. What about now? Now I have grown up. Senescence took a heavy toll. I miss my infancy, I miss my childhood, I hope to father cuteness.
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Jan 7, 2020
Jan 7, 2020 at 2:42 AM UTC
A Bittersweet Fact
You can touch your feet if you're an infant, You may even put your feet into your mouth, And you will still look so cute. You try to repeat it after growing up, Your relatives will take you to the psychiatrist, And you won't like this ugly twist. I was surely so cute in my infancy, During my childhood, I was cute still, Everyone loved me so much. What about now? Now I have grown up. Senescence took a heavy toll. I miss my infancy, I miss my childhood, I hope to father cuteness.
Atul
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35/M/Indian
Jan 7, 2020
Jan 7, 2020 at 2:42 AM UTC
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