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Feb 2018
I'm chasing my old me
because the future days
are never the good ol’

I'm wasting what my youth
claims have been told
where I can't escape the threat
of what tomorrow holds
and what the younger me brought
but yesterday's me forgot
Written by
Brittany Hodges  Brooklyn
(Brooklyn)   
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