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29-22

There’s an innocence

In 22

That I’ll probably never meet again

Blind faith meeting blind hope

Carefree meeting careless

The confidence of an undefined brain

Growing harder with age

Men see it too

29 will never be as fun as 22

When the male gaze

Looks past you

Because your head is held higher

And your body is no longer new

Especially to you

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