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Dec 2014
Tick-tock
Went the clock
The day I wanted to stop.
I am now rejecting
every expansion of my chest
and deafening my ears.

I don't feel old.
I don't feel wise.
I don't feel like I'm one year away from being an adult.
And I certainly don't feel old enough to die.
happy 21 years old there,babe.
annvelope
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annvelope  Stockholm
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