I miss the good old days.
Times where love had no meaning.
The times that we played together as kids without a care in the world.
The days that were filled with candy, chips, pop, and icecream.
All the good parts of a little kids dream.
Now, the times have made a drastic change.
Love has a meaning now, and its more confusing than trigonometry.
People these days are more apart than together.
This time now, we have to worry if we will live to see tommmorrow....
Its no part of any bodys dream. i miss the good old days as a little kid.
Enjoying my life without a care in the world.. NOW, im a more mature independent young woman.
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