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growing up was fun well..most of it was ice cream bells and grass stains on Sunday dresses lullabies and cuddling childhood was a paradise replica reading between the line was impossible then for they were too small to even see them two was a lot of fun when all all was given the same but it was too good to last my socks ain't washed and the floor need mopping was the song that played every other day of rising before the sun itself the goodbyes were the hardest a well pressed uniform and a beautiful second hand backpack books very new and i waved with a bloom in one hand and a broke heart inside
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Sep 10, 2016
Sep 10, 2016 at 4:58 AM UTC
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growing up was fun well..most of it was ice cream bells and grass stains on Sunday dresses lullabies and cuddling childhood was a paradise replica reading between the line was impossible then for they were too small to even see them two was a lot of fun when all all was given the same but it was too good to last my socks ain't washed and the floor need mopping was the song that played every other day of rising before the sun itself the goodbyes were the hardest a well pressed uniform and a beautiful second hand backpack books very new and i waved with a bloom in one hand and a broke heart inside
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Sep 10, 2016
Sep 10, 2016 at 4:58 AM UTC
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