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When I was young, The grass was greener The sky was bluer The clouds were whiter But now that I'm older, The bills are greener The bruises are bluer And the faces are whiter

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B14

30 / M

Published

Dec 1, 2014

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1m

Tags: #short #clouds #colors #childhood #bruises #adulthood

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