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Aug 2019
As time passes on and memory with age start
to fade, and you
Was that home I lived and the girl that I loved was she for
Or was It all just part of an elaborate dream perhaps created In my head through
That saddest thing about loss of memories through growing old you
was that I remember was that for real or just part
of some elaborate
The saddnss thing of growing old Is the fading memories you start to question the love you lost the life you lived was
that for reel, or part of an elaborate dream
Johnny walker
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Johnny walker  66/M/Grantham
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