Oh to be young again, I miss those days.
The days where I could be happy.
The days where I wasnt afraid to be me.
The days where I wasn't belittled or betrayed.
The days I could stare at the clouds without one bad thought going through my head.
The days where I smiled at complete strangers because I was genuinely happy to see them all out and about.
Oh to be young and happy again.
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poetry cafe ; COMPLETED
Random....hailey is typing just a little poetry to get everyone through life. · · · · · · · · · · · · this is meant for creative out flow guys! meaning you ARE allowed to use them. i'm not sure if you would want to but as long as you...
