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May 9
I can stop the beats,
but I don't even try.
It makes me euphoric,
ready for the world.

Every time I hear it,
I turn back the clock,
back to when I was six.

Back to when the world was unicorns and rainbows,
and I could take it all.
I still can.
But, this everlasting rhythm,
makes it last forever.
Lost Dreamer
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Lost Dreamer  14/F/United States
(14/F/United States)   
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   Akriti
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