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Nov 2013
I used to believe,
My life was bland

It was set on hopes,
And built in sand.

All The things we did,
We never planned

But we labeled it
" The Life"

We didnt care,
Just who was there.
What we did,
Or where we were.

All we ever did,
was try and feel,
"Alive"

So if I don't know,
Just where to go,

I hope you'll let me,
Take it slow,

Give me patience,
And Time to grow,

Let's share a smile,
And let it flow.
Not done yet. criticism encouraged.
Leonard Steven Declan
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Leonard Steven Declan  Neverland
(Neverland)   
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