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Aug 2014
I can't remember the day when everything wasn't stressful.
I can't remember the day when a smile didn't have to be fake.
I can't remember the day when the stars were shared with a loved one.
I can't remember the day when I didn't have to hide from my problems because they were too painful to face.
I can't remember the day when I was happy.
I can't remember the day that I felt proud of doing something special.

I can't remember doing something special..  for this generation is now about survival. The day didn't use to be like this.

I can't remember the day.
Syreena Phelps
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Syreena Phelps  23/F
(23/F)   
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   --- and Madame Eleanor
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