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Gone Too Soon


the end of summer, came and gone not like winter, which takes too long. it's the same routine for three months straight; get up at noon and stay up late. winter is cold and bitter, not sweet but the twinkly, white snow is still pretty neat. so what if i can't sleep 'til noon? at least summer will come back soon.
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