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Instead of growing old can I grow young can I go back to no stress no worries just daisies and fun oh when I was young can I swing as high as possible and try to get high enough to fly can I twirl around in a dress with my hands up it the air can I remember the days exploring in the woods getting new ideas for games can I go back to the days where I was young care free and happy where I had it together and giggled at what ever where I had fake weddings in the back yard and my favorite stuffed pig I never watched my weight or what was on my plate I smiled at the time and never had a daemon man if I could go back to that time just for a day
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Feb 27, 2016
Feb 27, 2016 at 1:17 PM UTC
Where I was young
Instead of growing old can I grow young can I go back to no stress no worries just daisies and fun oh when I was young can I swing as high as possible and try to get high enough to fly can I twirl around in a dress with my hands up it the air can I remember the days exploring in the woods getting new ideas for games can I go back to the days where I was young care free and happy where I had it together and giggled at what ever where I had fake weddings in the back yard and my favorite stuffed pig I never watched my weight or what was on my plate I smiled at the time and never had a daemon man if I could go back to that time just for a day
teresa-garza
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Feb 27, 2016
Feb 27, 2016 at 1:17 PM UTC
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