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Jul 2015
My youth has slipped past
and I  am constantly
finding myself staring back,
trying to catch a glimpse of
of what happiness looked like.

I                Feel               Old.

Tired.
Like a worn out boot
thats trodden too many stoney
paths.
I haven't any pace left in me.
Carson Hurley
Written by
Carson Hurley  England
(England)   
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