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Sep 2015
Youth is like being immortal,
to have the galaxies and beyond at your fingertips,
the doors of time and regret have yet to be opened by unknowing hands.

The nights where the immortal are reminded of their mortality,
and how the moon will wane, and the stars will grow old,
that to be young does not mean life is a promise.

What a cruel contract we live.
Vert Clair
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Vert Clair  19/Cisgender Female
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