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One thing stands for sure. Childhood is glorious and Adult is monotonous.
Submitted:Jun 23, 2011 Reads: 104 Comments: 22 Likes: 10
gone are the days whe i was just a child
gone are the days when i was mild and wild
gone are the days when hope and faith defined life
gone are the days when treasures used to find
gone are the days when the sky was desneyland
gone are the day when dreams and life intertwined
oh childhood~s a
a wonderous ectasy
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