October, 20, 2018
When I was young
And small
Not big or tall
I had a sister
Who was older than me
And she played with me
We had the good times and bad
And, Ohh, the wonderful times we had
We would go on walks and go outside
And we would laugh together and cry
But when your older
Everything's different
You don't see each other anymore
Your innocent days are forever over
You are gloomy and sad
But then
You remember all the great times you had.
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My Bad Poetry
PoetryWARNING: CONTAINS MY BAD POETRY AND SHORT STORIES this will also include story prompt ideas, like Sparks to make a fire And please if you want to save your soul, don't read the first 5 chapters bc they are horrible
