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I was walking towards college and I saw a man who was walking with a stick, but even though his face was full of wrinkles, his hair bled white, I couldnt take my eyes off him because i saw this young man within him, i dont know why or how, it was the way he was walking, or maybe his build, i dont knw what it was, he did look like an old man. Sometimes I forget that old people are just young people grown up. And that could be me, walking down the street with a stick, but im still me, just more experienced, probably more bitter the way im going, but It just struck me how much i forget that I'll grow old one day. I guess it made me realise that even though they may be 30, 40 years older than me they arent a new species. I forget that they were young and many still are, at heart, whatever the bloody hell that means.
"Love only hurts when you fight it."
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