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Aug 2018
There is a playground across the street.
Children play there,
I was once like them.
If only I could go back to those days.
I've spent so much time wishing my life away
that now I desperately cling to it.
To be like a child with innocence and potential.
When nothing matters except having fun,
I miss this dearly.
Does anyone have a time machine I can borrow?
Dark Rooms - I Get Overwhelmed
Aaron Michael Brown
Written by
Aaron Michael Brown  24/M/Ga
(24/M/Ga)   
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