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Feb 2017
An innocently wise girl once taught me,
How to know that old souls die young.
Then the bridge offered to throw us into the sea,
We could've drowned brightly,
But we chose a different perspective and reality.
I used to be called 'sunny d'
weird but nice
david mitchell
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