Numbers From When I Was Young
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MatureComplete Wed, Apr 27, 20166m
When i was young , star dust was sunsets with my brother sitting next to me eating out of the icecream tub. I miss him . When i was young i was alive and now im just a corpse walking around with a smile painted on my face.
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