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Feb 2016
Nostalgia wasn't a liar, neither was my mind, but we kept having dreams of better times while in the best time of our lives. The golden girl was the girl next door. The golden girl next door. You're too young to feel like a baby again. You're too young to feel like a baby again.

The golden girl next door, behold, a pearl, ex-*****, and a diamond.
grievin'
September
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September  Victoria, BC
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   Samuel Hesed
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