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Nov 2018
I feel it coming
The rush of recklessness
The active adrenaline
As it surges through my body

I may fall
But I will rise
And continue on

Only one life to live
May it be my last
As I run past
Towards the setting sun

Youth is like a day
Early brightness
That dies out like a star
Written by
Stark  18/F/between woods and utopia
(18/F/between woods and utopia)   
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   ---, just flower and Sean Fitzpatrick
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