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Jun 2018
OH GOD! i can remember my own past.
when i was slow and all were fast.

i can remember the days when i was small
all use to stand and i used crawlΒ Β 

OH GOD! i can remember my old days
when i played near bunch of hey

i can remember those days were shiny
when everyone were huge and i was so tiny

OH GOD! what i can see
i want to be
please send me back
to this old me
Written by
Swastik mittal  14/M/agra
(14/M/agra)   
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