I walked back, in the night, to the days when I held a knife with a grin on my face.
These are the days when blades were just dad's shaving instrument.
I jogged through days when care was a kite I let fly.
When words were water in constant flow.
When thoughts were only for writing.
When love was nothing
When I had nothing,
and everything,
at 14.
-LovableConundrum
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