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Mar 2021
When I was younger the world had better color.
The grass was greener and the flowers were neon pink.
But I can't seem to remember when the sky got so gray.
When the wind hid and didn't wanna play.
I miss being a kid, when things always seemed okay.
Now I cant even remember who I am most days.
And to think I wanted to grow up.
Crystal
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Crystal  20/F
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