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Mar 2016
Time Machine? sounds cliché
the thing is I'm not going back
to change something or to relive something
All I wanna do is hold the naive young me
and beg her to let it go
I'd tell her wait for it
I'd let her know there's so many things that life is
The world never ends without this person
I'd ask her to open her eyes
to see the beauty of life
I'd say hold on to your goals and dreams
You've wasted enough time,





even though I'm sure, she wouldn't listen

**** it, young naive me.
Val
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Val  Manchester.
(Manchester.)   
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