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Ara Mae Mar 2015
18
Its been years since I've dreamed that I was 18.
Sitting on a balcony and having my daydream.
Planning things to go with the persons I love the most.
And cherish  memories and those.

Now, I wish that I am still a kid.
Who doesn't worry when she don't have food to eat.
Who can smile in spite of problems.
And can run away from all those moments.

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