Everyone is old.
Well, they're all older than me.
They don't value me.
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The Many Flavours of Five-Seven-Five
PoesíaA never-ending series of haikus with no particular theme or meaning. It's just pages and pages of random nonsense that go on forever and ever and ever and ever... Well, eventually they will.
19.
Everyone is old.
Well, they're all older than me.
They don't value me.
