The good Ol' days when you were happy as can be.
When the birds sang and the trees swayed.
When just staring into the far distance could make you relaxed.
When you were young and free.
When the world was happy and colourful.
However it all changed.
The birds turned to crows, mocking you everywhere you went.
Your sense of relaxation faded away never to be seen again.
You couldn't sleep, you had trouble waking up.
It was impressive how age could make you feel imprisoned in your own body.
The world was no longer happy and colourful instead it was black, white and sad.
Your mind soon became unexplainable even to your self.
The things that could make you happy for hours now only made you happy for minutes, sometimes even seconds.
It all became sadness and negativity.
You would lie awake for hours just to proceed to the next day with courage.
You would pretend to be happy cause it was easier to explain then something you, didn't even know.
You prayed every night for the good Ol' days to return.
For it to be happy and colourful again.
To be young and free.
You didn't want to be older because year by year the world got harder.
You didn't want to lay awake for hours at night persuading yourself to survive another day.
You just wanted to sleep peacefully again.
You now weren't living, you were merely surviving.
You prayed for the good Ol' days, but they never returned...
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