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Aug 2016
The saddest thought
It pushes me around
Reminds me of our temporary paper towns
A morbid thought
That would change everything
Makes me wish there was more to see
More to do simply for pleasure
I get lost, and find my self older
Needed things become memories
The saddest thought
How sad that we're to lose this night
Oh how short these times
Jess Hays
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Jess Hays
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