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by Jomalina1803

by Jomalina1803

                                    
                                              Do you remember the days
that were made out of wild plays,
right before we chose different ways 
Not knowing we would end up like this? 
Now old days turn out strange,
relationships and dreams start to rearrange,
Oh, Why is it necessary to change,
until we end up like this? 
Why couldn't we wait to grow,
when childhood seemed so slow,
and we had no idea of what we would let go,
unaware that we would end up like this? 
How did soft turn into cold,
And when did we start to feel so old,
Lost the stories that used to be told,
and ended up like this? 
When did we start to experience pain,
lost the sun and found the rain,
so little joy for us to gain,
So now there's nothing more than this?