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Apr 2020
Youth is a moment
Not all can hold it
But like a river
It'll slip away
My own reflection
I feel as if it's deception
How can this be my face
(my face)
My perfect body will not appear
At least not with the prayers I send each night
(Each night)
(Each night)
My body ruined
It will be roughened
Oh
I will wait for it
(For it)
When I was younger .Wish I could be that again.
Innocent, pure as the rain
Memories do not change
Though life will
Always, people will be cruel
The lakes pure surface reflects growth
Everything that everyone wants again
It shaped us into who we are today
Like the tides changing by the moon
Oh look how far we've come
(we have come so far)
OJ
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OJ  16/Bigender/Chicago
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