I remember happy
When I wore Dora the explorer pyjamas
When I believed in things like Santa, the tooth fairy, hope
When I thought that my parents could fix anything
When I thought kids were nice
But throughout the years
Happy crept away
He left me
Just as I was getting used to
The idea of happy
Now happy is just a memory
A distant dream
A far away land
I still spend my days pondering
Why he never decided to stay
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My Deceptions
PoetryMy thoughts and how I feel. I'm sorry to all the people i care about who I have lied and decieved.This is all my own...
