The Green Days

The Green Days

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Everyday I'd look out my window. I'd look at my backyard and think about when my family was happy. Back when we all loved each other. Back when we were whole. But if I were to look out and into my front yard, I would see nothing but yellow grass and dead flowers. My backyard represents happiness, while my front yard represents reality.
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Mum wanted me to do one thing; do what makes me happy on a long run. Yet I failed to see that until I thought I had nothing left. My past made me too blind to see what I did have, a family, a happy home.

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