Memories

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I lay in bed looking out the window,
Thinking of everything that passed me by.
I reminisce about my youth,
Some of the memories make me want to cry.

Life is composed of many things.
From laughter and love to sorrow and pain
There are some things in life you just cant change,
From all of my memories, strength I gain.





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