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One year, two, three All of it blurs together. My whole childhood, gone in the blink of an eye. Washed away with the waves of Huron. In this moment, the last of an era, I want to stay. I want to gather it, pieces and fragments of seventeen years, Into a blanket, surrounding me. Close to me, within reach, So it can't escape me. Like if I wade in this deep blue, Further and further, I won't grow up.
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Sep 3, 2012
Sep 3, 2012 at 7:05 PM UTC
The End of The Beginning
One year, two, three All of it blurs together. My whole childhood, gone in the blink of an eye. Washed away with the waves of Huron. In this moment, the last of an era, I want to stay. I want to gather it, pieces and fragments of seventeen years, Into a blanket, surrounding me. Close to me, within reach, So it can't escape me. Like if I wade in this deep blue, Further and further, I won't grow up.
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Sep 3, 2012
Sep 3, 2012 at 7:05 PM UTC
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