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A retrospect of good old times, Some things we ponder before the hit of dawn. But i never thought i'd go this far behind where the younger self had come to sight, I watched her dream of what life would be ahead of her present, Exuberance of freedom she wondered, which made me laugh at her foolishness of how much she wanted to go back now.
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Mar 1
Mar 1, 2026 at 9:55 AM UTC
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A retrospect of good old times, Some things we ponder before the hit of dawn. But i never thought i'd go this far behind where the younger self had come to sight, I watched her dream of what life would be ahead of her present, Exuberance of freedom she wondered, which made me laugh at her foolishness of how much she wanted to go back now.
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Mar 1, 2026 at 9:55 AM UTC
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