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Sep 2016
When I was five I made my own peanut butter and jelly, I also did loads of laundry
And laughed until it hurt my belly

When I was five I had a costumed themed birthday party, I dressed as a fairy and was surprised to see soda in the cooler

Maybe I was nine when I actually did things for myself, I can't quite remember because it all went by with the flash of light

When I was five, I told myself it was the happiest day of my life, I still remember that day like it was yesterday

Now I'm 22 and I feel as though everything I have been through only drives me farther from the glorious days of five
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