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17 Tomorrow. Happy, sad. Fear of growing up. I wish I can stay little forever. Redo my childhood that has been taken from me. 17 But, I know I can't go back. Keep going forward. Keep growing up.
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Aug 3, 2016
Aug 3, 2016 at 11:44 AM UTC
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17 Tomorrow. Happy, sad. Fear of growing up. I wish I can stay little forever. Redo my childhood that has been taken from me. 17 But, I know I can't go back. Keep going forward. Keep growing up.
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Aug 3, 2016
Aug 3, 2016 at 11:44 AM UTC
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