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Mar 2021
The bliss of being a child.
No worries, no responsibilities, no bills!
Freshly scratched misquito bites, grass stained jeans, playing hide and seek with fireflies.
The innocence, the love... the unconditonal love.
I wonder who you where before the world made you cold..
What it was, is we were children, we had no idea we was making memories, all we knew was we was having fun.. even if we got into trouble.
Innocent memories flushed away from the dark grasp of life and addictions.
The days i miss so much, i can hardly remember because i spent most of my life trying to get as **ed up as i could so i could forget.
Written by
Deavin jean
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   Bogdan Dragos
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