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Apr 2018
Sometimes when I was young
I could trick myself into thinking
I lived in another world
But now I am not so easily convinced
by the lies I tell myself.
And I miss the future I made.
And I miss those worlds.
And I miss myself.
Written by
Zach Thornton
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