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Jun 2014
When I think about you
My thoughts take on a dark blue tint
Like looking through colored cellophane
Permanently washed out in the soft hues of twilight

Maybe it's fitting
I often worry that you might dwindle and fade
Well before your time
These years shouldn't be your twilight
And I'd be writing my will before I'm 27
I'll die from a thrill
Go down in history as just a wasted talent
Can I face the challenge?
Jenni
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