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Mar 30
Break free, they said.
It's great, they said.

For once, I might have to agree.

Let me go back to the days of unfiltered grins
Cackling laughter
Knobby knees.
Clacking together

It's so lovely, here.

The trees are greener, here.
And the moss smells of
The new age.

You'd love it here.
My little slice
Of Peter Pan's Neverland.
C F
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C F  Probably my bed, tbh.
(Probably my bed, tbh.)   
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