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Missing innocence

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Each year goes by
while my friends disappear.
School starts,
were my friends really here?

The world was my playground,
I could go anywhere in a minute.
Now a big yellow slide,
limits my fantasy.

I grow older,
missing my innocent years.
Realizing I loved the creations.
Realizing I miss the lies.






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Apr. 3 at 9:01 pm
I can relate, to the poem so much.
 
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