I remember when things were not the same
I remember a totally different ballgame
But I remember my fun times too
I remember them through an adult view
But I remember things were different than they are now
I remember a totally different time period and I don't know how
I guess because it's my memory that I'm accessing
Even though this memory is hard to bring
Bring back to the front of my brain
But I remember, back then, they didn't label me as insane
I was just plain old me
Then, a younger version of what you see today, if you can see
But I remember...
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The Inner Critic [Completed]
PoetryThis is yet another attempt to impress the masses No, I have not taken any classes I will be trying my luck on a fourth book full of poetry Some will describe me While others will describe you Sometimes, even both, that's true So, enjoy my fourth bo...