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My cigarettes are hidden within my baby clothes The bag I had in sixth grade now hides my alcohol under my bed The journal my cousin gave me when I was 11 is now unscripted with hate Everything grows up Innocence doesn't last
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May 4, 2014
May 4, 2014 at 1:07 PM UTC
Grown
My cigarettes are hidden within my baby clothes The bag I had in sixth grade now hides my alcohol under my bed The journal my cousin gave me when I was 11 is now unscripted with hate Everything grows up Innocence doesn't last
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May 4, 2014
May 4, 2014 at 1:07 PM UTC
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