Not a day goes by where I don't lie here, looking at the pictures on my wall and wishing I could travel back in time. Back to when I was excited to wake up and go to school every day, back to when I hated Fridays. Back to when nobody was sick or dying, and when I was truly happy.
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PoetryBasically a beautiful mess of poetic and... erm, decidedly less so writing. Beware of the occasional full-on speech.
