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Aug 2019
Tomorrow is a dream like always until i play catch up.
Now all I have are memories.
Each time I look back I misplace a detail
Make it more than what it was.
It happens in a moment
The subtle changes of life
They add up a person until they vanish in a fog of memory.
Written by
Lynette  36/F/Rosebud
(36/F/Rosebud)   
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     ---, ---, Betty H and Colm
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