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'A sweet, meadow- filled breeze caressed my face. It was warmed by the summer sun and moist as dew at dawn, and my spirit lifted in response. I'm seventeen. I can't save the world- I can't even parallel park!'

Timmsyy

@Timmsyy

If I could live my life as a rhyme, I would.

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