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Mar 2018
Here I am
Powerless
As my teenage dream
Comes to an end
Pulse quickens
Eyes damp
Just like waking
From a nightmare
Here in the twilight
I declare
If I must chronicle myself
In accordance to calendars
That teenage dream
Can be crossed off
For as of now
It is over
This
Is where I really start
saige
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saige  22/F
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