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My childhood face is long gone, left behind are only whispers of before Behind my smile lines, echos laughter of three little girls My faint freckles hint at countless summers spent under the blazing Texas sun Blonde streaks woven into my chestnut hair remind of a time when I was Golden Although my face is no longer so young, I cherish its aged beauty because within my wrinkles; -my chestnut darkened hair- lives all of my childhood stories
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Nov 4, 2025
Nov 4, 2025 at 10:40 PM UTC
Aging
My childhood face is long gone, left behind are only whispers of before Behind my smile lines, echos laughter of three little girls My faint freckles hint at countless summers spent under the blazing Texas sun Blonde streaks woven into my chestnut hair remind of a time when I was Golden Although my face is no longer so young, I cherish its aged beauty because within my wrinkles; -my chestnut darkened hair- lives all of my childhood stories
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Nov 4, 2025
Nov 4, 2025 at 10:40 PM UTC
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