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Youth
I miss the simplicity of being young.
Not craving somebody else
Not being afraid to be myself
How happiness was always present
How every day was enjoyable
Now everything's different,
Why'd I want to grow up so badly...
Not craving somebody else
Not being afraid to be myself
How happiness was always present
How every day was enjoyable
Now everything's different,
Why'd I want to grow up so badly...
Published 20th Apr 2014
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20th Apr 2014 4:26am
20th Apr 2014 12:18pm
20th Apr 2014 10:39pm
i'm sorry, but were you really always so happy in your youth? it really seems like a rosy reflection to me...
anyway, well-worded, certainly. well put-together.
anyway, well-worded, certainly. well put-together.
21st Apr 2014 5:53pm
Yup, growing up ain't all it's cracked up to be by a mile...
Honest, raw emotional ink... :)
Honest, raw emotional ink... :)
29th Apr 2014 00:51am
