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No youthful regrets beset None of that stuff shines to last I do not, will not Look back through closed windows without seats of cushioned green, no A neck is facing forward for a personal fast And I for the hunger next of dawn Will taste all that the future holds Nothing Will turn Me back
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Jan 4, 2020
Jan 4, 2020 at 4:42 PM UTC
Through Windows Past, New Dawn Awaits
No youthful regrets beset None of that stuff shines to last I do not, will not Look back through closed windows without seats of cushioned green, no A neck is facing forward for a personal fast And I for the hunger next of dawn Will taste all that the future holds Nothing Will turn Me back
Natural and just have been my failing feelings of the past. But they do not and will not dictate my future life. (:
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Jan 4, 2020
Jan 4, 2020 at 4:42 PM UTC
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