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When I was younger, I thought the moon followed me In the car on the ride home. When I was younger, I thought my tears Made the look of streetlights Magical. When I was younger, I thought I was the only one Who could hear fuzzy noises When I rested my head on the pillow. When I was younger, I thought I was the only one That saw orange When I closed me eyes After staring into the sun. When I was younger, I thought I was special. Now that I'm older, I know death is inevitable, Even for me. Now that I'm older, I know that my friends Won't love me forever. Now that I'm older, I know the books I read Aren't written for me. Now that I'm older, I know suicide is real And that it can affect anyone. Now that I'm older, I know that I'm nothing special.
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Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 12:46 AM UTC
Then and Now
When I was younger, I thought the moon followed me In the car on the ride home. When I was younger, I thought my tears Made the look of streetlights Magical. When I was younger, I thought I was the only one Who could hear fuzzy noises When I rested my head on the pillow. When I was younger, I thought I was the only one That saw orange When I closed me eyes After staring into the sun. When I was younger, I thought I was special. Now that I'm older, I know death is inevitable, Even for me. Now that I'm older, I know that my friends Won't love me forever. Now that I'm older, I know the books I read Aren't written for me. Now that I'm older, I know suicide is real And that it can affect anyone. Now that I'm older, I know that I'm nothing special.
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Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 12:46 AM UTC
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