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Jul 2020
18
I use to shiver at the sight of 18
I use to frown
I use to cry
I use to drink
Now
I laugh
I smile
I thank
I cheer
Moving on from you was finally accomplished.
I’ll love you forever within.
My 18.
It’s been 2 years since I wrote something.
I missed it even though I **** at it.
Aztec
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Aztec  In a city
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