i miss the person i used to be
i miss the fun loving me
i miss the laughter that you saw
i miss the happiness and more
i miss the way i used to speak
i miss the loud voice that squeaked
i miss the joyful face
i miss the smiling too much complaints
i miss the freedom of the heart
i miss the squiggles that were art
i miss the hardest decisions of choosing a colour
i miss the giddy conversations that we had with eachother
And most of all i miss the days where nothing mattered
Where we loved to hear the sound of the rain splatter
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