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7/27/13 All these kids growing up to fast with society chiming in "You're too fat" "You're not good enough". All these kids growing up too fast youth is gone
Crimson blood Trickling down my pale arm like a Small waterfall flows into a sparkling stream: A feeling so great, it's peculiar that one could possess such an enotion.
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