Missing Younger Years
Oh how I miss the younger dayswhen we were free to run.
No worried about anything,
except for having fun.
We didn't need to think about,
what other people said.
no gossip, rumors, or little lies,
only innocense in our heads.
I miss when life was simple,
no homework to be done,
no lectures, speeches, or tests,
only pretend princesses and dragons.
Oh how I miss the younger days,
where I was actually free.
to run around and just have fun,
that was the real me.
The world turns good children,
into something that they're not,
angry, depressed, and lonely,
like me, we all wish to be tots.
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