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This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at UPR chapter.
Today, the young bodies have old souls.
Intuitive minds are left in the dust and
love relies on broken telephones.
Feelings are withdrawn from human visibility,
some are vulnerable and have their own disabilities.
Back to the young yesterday,
old bodies had young souls.
Life had meaning other than looking like molds.
The perception that life was only once seen.
Beautiful young yesterday,
but I don’t like how tomorrow has been.
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