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Jun 2018
I am only just now
Beginning to understand
How quintessential childhood is,
I try to hold on to those memories,
I try to grasp one,
But I cannot,
It is fleeting and perhaps
I was too slow.
Childhood is one of the few things
That no matter how rich
Or important
You are,
You can never get back.
That is why
I am trying my hardest
To hold on to these
Spirits of nostalgia,
Euphoria,
And - of course -
Innocence.
Written by
Chelsea Krona  London, England
(London, England)   
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