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May 2019
There was a time when I was happy,
Thinking about completing my copy.

Life was simple life was good,
I was happy because of food.

Waiting for my bus,
There was no other fuss.

Music n cartoons were my friends,
Didn't care to chase the latest trends.

Whenever I got stars on my cheek,
I kept dancing like a freak.

I called my friend on my birthday,
I gave them chocolates even if it's Sunday.

This is the childhood story of my life,
Enjoying with friends and cutting cake with knife.
SweePea
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SweePea  21/M
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