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May 2018
I found myself walking streets
On sidewalks that remember me
I was a kid, I lived so free
But now I’m grown and love to leave

I met with friends, we shared a laugh
We reminisced on what we had
On how we were when we were young
Cause we don’t like what we become

The family says I’m still the same
The same I was when I was eight
But they miss out on all this pain
It’s hid behind a happy face
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J  21/M/Pennsylvania
(21/M/Pennsylvania)   
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