I wanna go back to the days where nothing ever fazed me.
I wanna go back to the days where I was blunt as could be.
I wanna go back to the days where other opinions didn't matter.
I wanna go back to the days where my confidence could NEVER be knocked down.
I wanna go back to the days where I was guarded as hell, but no one knew.
I wanna go back to the days where I wasn't so scared.
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escape.
PoetryTime measures all wounds and pain and sacrifices, but what happens when happiness takes too much time? People run out of patience and get frustrated. Problems are blown out of proportion and it takes all we have to just remain calm. As the clock kee...
