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Dec 2018
I don't want this
new year to come.
It's gone by just to fast.
But sadly,
these few days are its last.

We'll all be one year older;
some growing taller,
others shorter.

And 2018 will never come back.

This year has gone
by way to
fast.
I don't know; maybe its just me. But I feel as if it were just yesterday that I was welcoming 2018, but now its gone. Now its 2019. I think that's kinda crazy.
Masha Yurkevich
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Masha Yurkevich  19/F/Playing the piano...
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