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Mar 2021
I yearn for the good old days
Constantly longing for my innocence and youth

Fond memories tickle my brain
and remind me of a time when I was happy

A time before sadness draped over my shoulders
like a coat that only serves to leave me feeling cold

Magic used to exist
There was a time when anything was possible
A time before life had worn me down
to the sad nub of a person I am today

It's funny how I'll never see myself as an adult
Just a clown
whose purpose is to make other people smile
while all I do is frown
Wearing my tears upon my head like a crown
And feeling the rain as it keeps pouring down
If I'm not careful, I'll probably drown

I'll keep my claws sharp
by constantly trying to dig myself out
from the bottom
Arlo Disarray
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