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The inner ramblings of a middle aged teen.
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A photograph never grows old. You and I change, people change all through the months and years but a photograph always remains the same. How nice to look at a photograph of mother or father taken many years ago. You see them as you remember them. But as people live on, they change completely. That is why I think a photograph can be kind.
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The day will become something
it’s never been before, something for
which I have no name.
Love is a verb.
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I’s jealous!
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