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by Ithaca

And so now it comes to pass Eighteen times around the sun Eighteen winters and eighteen springs A symbol of hope and wonderful things The World Is Upon Me

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Ithaca

22 / M / Lost

Published: Jun 17, 2021
LinesWords: 629

Tags: #eighteenth #birthday

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