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Y*outhful years ebb away like a morning mist. Time is no one’s confidante, whether you repel or doubtfully persist. Scars are masked and hidden, leaving marks that forge with pain. Memories might bring you back, string up the lights of a forgotten pain. Your voice could be echoed, and carried by a whistling wind. But age is not a standalone statue that shows your beginning or the end. Youthful is a glimpse of fleeting hopes as time goes by. Nightfall awaits on the edges however fearfully you may cry. You may dream of tomorrow or a timeless eternity. Yet, you’re given ticking seconds, the only chance of certainty. * Jobiranyc 7-19-23
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Jul 20, 2023
Jul 20, 2023 at 2:04 AM UTC
Youthful Years
Y*outhful years ebb away like a morning mist. Time is no one’s confidante, whether you repel or doubtfully persist. Scars are masked and hidden, leaving marks that forge with pain. Memories might bring you back, string up the lights of a forgotten pain. Your voice could be echoed, and carried by a whistling wind. But age is not a standalone statue that shows your beginning or the end. Youthful is a glimpse of fleeting hopes as time goes by. Nightfall awaits on the edges however fearfully you may cry. You may dream of tomorrow or a timeless eternity. Yet, you’re given ticking seconds, the only chance of certainty. * Jobiranyc 7-19-23
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Jul 20, 2023
Jul 20, 2023 at 2:04 AM UTC
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