Childhood is easily forgotten
But when it comes back, it's never left
Always at the back of your brain
The missing piece of life's incomplete puzzle
Childhood is a child
It runs away, hoping you'll come searching
It's the child that bad things happen to
The one you regret neglecting
Everyone makes mistakes,
They say, consoling. The damage is
Done. The child is gone, childhood
Dead.
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The Hollow
Short StoryEveryone has probably had this feeling of missing something, as if they had a hollow of some sorts within them. The Hollow is a collection of short stories that come into my head, although they're honestly more like snippets of stories that I will t...
