sixty.

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𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚

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the end of summer
the sun's dimming rays
the start of school
the bell's harsh ringing

i wasn't ready
to be back in these buildings
i wasn't ready
to be so grown up yet

days and days and days
all bleed by
and i don't remember
getting to this age
getting to this number

i try to face life
and all its changes
head on
but i forgot
how scary it is
to feel time slip
out of your grasp

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