To the old days I am grown now, I see life in a different light when the is gone and I am all alone. With the winds by my side. The sky below my feet walking next to the moon, checking with Elon musk’s ex-checker at mars, seeing myself Winston Churchill today, reading my watch like Barack Obama wondering why the sky is blue and my hair is dark talking to myself and I believe I am old on the inside just like spongebob on some square pants saying hi to Disney and Mickey Mouse. I wonder why it has to be me.
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