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Jul 23
It was good to be young and unafraid of this life and the troubles this world presented me I just
waved them good
And I'd look In the mirror oh how vain could that
be but liked what I saw
then for It was youth
I was  
But over the year's I've grown older and more afraid of mirrors for I don't like what I see now and my only prospect Is
to growing even
Johnny walker
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Johnny walker  66/M/Grantham
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