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Jun 2015
Remember when things were simple?

When the most complicated thing in life was deciding what flavor juice box you wanted?

Everyday, I wish I still had the innocence of a youth.

Before I knew anything of drugs, or alcohol, or relationships, or love.

When I still trusted those close to me.

Remember when things were simple?

Those precious moments are slipping through my fingertips, poisoned by reality.
nang
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nang  20/F/Chicago
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       bless, Pradip Chattopadhyay and Cecil Miller
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