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thinking of the time i grew up -

looking back through my past

flicking through the pictures

seeing my first, wondering of my last

 

taking every memory i have

and breathing it in

the perfection of a naive childhood

and the creation of vulgar sins

 

looking into the eyes of a man who loved

recreating the words he spoke

every love, happiness and smile given

a heart so unexpectadly broke

 

each house ive lived in

the schools ive been too

every achievement ive made

and every oppotunity i loosed

 

wondering if its too late

all these memories a mess

knowing ive gained more

but sums come out less

 

what if?

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