always puts me in an apathetic outlook.
I can't help but feel this way. To the number 13 which time continues to tick.
I have less than an 1 hour to spare. This is simply something I go through each year. Sounds suicidal but the thought is simply nostalgic. Why? I really can't put this to mind.
So for this final goodbye I'll say "17, you were something..."
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