Sun, 10/14/2018 - 20:39 -- mecot

New places, new faces.
Everywhere and everything is new.
Nothing old or left behind, nothing blue.
It’s a pretty scary place here.
With nothing left to waste here, oh it’s true,
You can’t have old unless you have something new.

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