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Sometimes, I feel like the days are drip-dropping away like a broken faucet (is sixteen too young to be nostalgic) and it scares me quite a bit how everyone is always trying to catch the drizzle in their Wrinkled hands and raisin-fingertips but every time, it manages to slip through
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Jan 19, 2014
Jan 19, 2014 at 1:15 AM UTC
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Sometimes, I feel like the days are drip-dropping away like a broken faucet (is sixteen too young to be nostalgic) and it scares me quite a bit how everyone is always trying to catch the drizzle in their Wrinkled hands and raisin-fingertips but every time, it manages to slip through
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Jan 19, 2014
Jan 19, 2014 at 1:15 AM UTC
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