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Mar 2010
when i was young i had a story
it made no sense.
and ran on forever.

when i was young i lost a story
i didn't miss it much
it was one less thing to weigh down my pockets

i don't remember where it took place
or who my friends were in it

there was no middle or end
always a beginning

i don't remember the story
but I miss it.
Written by
S.R Devaste
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