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Jan 2021
Every day I’m reminded where I was in years past
Whether it was at the beach
Scouring the sand for full dollar shells
Or simply sitting with a friend
Skipping the class we all hate
But those days are passed, now just memories waiting to be forgotten
atticus wilson
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atticus wilson  22/MTF/The abyss of life
(22/MTF/The abyss of life)   
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     --- and Ayesha
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