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Jul 2014
I miss being a child who
didn't give a care for the world
except playing outside.
I remember playing in the back yard
all day till it got dark & momma yelling for
me to come in for dinner & to shower
before bed.
I miss not worrying about anything
except what stick I wanted to play with.
Growing up is hard. Make the best of it now.
Adriean New
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Adriean New  Indiana
(Indiana)   
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