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Rated: E · Poetry · Arts · #2259462

Looking back at life

When I was young I played with sticks

When I was young I played with stones

Yet when I was younger no bones were broken

When I was young I played with my friends

When I was young I rode my bike to escape

When I was young I was happy

When I was young I smiled

It was better when I was young

I wish I was young again
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