I don't remember growing up anymore.
From the loud cries on the first day of kindergarten,
to the silent sobs due to unfortunate heart breaks, I don't remember growing up anymore.
From walking around the corridors with smiley faces, to now, running away from the world in search of myself.
I don't remember growing up anymore.
From the time, when farewells were filled with gaiety and hopes, to now, when goodbyes are just another crack to the heart.
I don't remember growing up anymore.
From hiding inside the covers, just in hopes of concealing myself from the monsters,
to now, hiding in the corners, and being the monster myself.
I don't remember growing up anymore.
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The Untold Stories.
Historia Corta// The Untold Stories. \\ " We're about the books we read, and the poems we love." - Kritika Banerjee. A collection of paragraphs, nanotales, poetry and thoughts from my journey. Highest Rank - #78 in short stories on 29/6/17 ...
