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[aid] => mick
[title] => Dirty Mirrors and Childish Things
[time] => 2019-05-16 06:25:50
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[bodytext] => If Nostalgia Had Dreams
They would be of forever
The round world
The starry sky
The summer nights
The friendships
At some point the memories are nothing but sentiment
And bitterness seeps in
Clinging to the deep ravine
Forged by our own tears and broken hearts
Make believe... it both pained me and kept me breathing
Now it has dulled and been left behind
The hardest part, was letting go of that innocent part of myself
The journey of accepting my imperfect self
But, we get along so well...
Oh, to be young again
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[informant] => Odessa19
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