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Jan 2019
age
everything changes, as you grow
toys, once bringing happiness, get left behind
people, so apocryphal, come and go
does it not scare you?
how everything can seem so warm, so kind
until one day,
you wake up.
Written by
peaceloveempathy
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   Fawn, Lorelaj and GreenTrees
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