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Nov 2014
Growing up is not growing old,
It's unbelieving all you are told.
Unbuying lies you've been sold,
Breaking down your social mould.
You must stray far from the fold,
To let your mind be uncontrolled.
Growing up, is growing bold,
Do it quick before you're old.
I feel like I am starting to figure out what reality is..
Stripper Thoughts
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Stripper Thoughts  London
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