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By Julia S., Lawrenceville, GA

There had to be a last time
I jumped into a heap of leaves
Sinking into its crispy, crackling cushion
There had to be a last time
I stared wide-eyed at the sparkling Christmas tree
Or held a ladybug in the small palm of my hand,
Holding my breath so it wouldn't fly away
There had to be a last time
I belly-flopped into the icy pool
Splashing and laughing
Until my fingers looked like raisins
And there had to be a last time
I pretended to be someone I'm not
just for fun
Or danced
just because
Or twirled round and round till the world was
just a quickly passing blur
All this silently slipped away from me
And now I've begun to miss it
For the first time

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i love this so much!

on Nov. 6 2010 at 9:19 am
ShadowOfaGirl GOLD, St.paris, Ohio
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Favorite Quote:
I would rather you hate me for all that I am then love me for something I'm not.

This poem is awesome. I accidentally rated it 4 stars instead of 5. Sorry. I miss being a kid too, when you didn't think about what people thought about you and you just let yourself be free.


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