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Apr 2021
I remember when I didn't have to fear staining my clothes with ice cream.
And I don't want to have to remember what time it is. Always.
I'm not a little girl anymore.

Band-Aids are still left on the shelf since childhood unused.
Written by
Alena Gabbe
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