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Looking Back

Whatever happened to those good ol’ days?
Before time was born and worry raised,
When you could do what you want and not have a care,
Where you could just run around and ramble the air,
Flowing freely; relaxed and content
No straining pressure, calm and well spent
Oh how I’d kill for those days,
When my life was a haze,
But now I’m filled with malaise,
Trapped in this maze.

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