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Sep 2019
Sometimes when I sit down and remember my past,
I remember sitting down and thinking of the future.
I remember moments that I send back.
I remember when I thought they were new.
Like my childhood was a configuration,
To see what I could do.
Written by
Cecelia Blackthorn  20/Cisgender Female
(20/Cisgender Female)   
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