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Date Posted: 00:22:34 09/21/03 Sun
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Subject: Childlike Days
Little children on the swings
Little children sliding down the slide
How young and dreamy and wishful they seem
Not hiding another world inside
Pigtails and braids swish and fly
Giggles and shireks fill the air
As I look and I watch them play
Thankful they don't feel such disapear
Childlike days, now are long gone
As they lay stored away in my head
Days of laughter and days of fun
Are replaced with pain and tears instead
And yet I'm still that child I see
Playing outside in the warm, brite sun
But yet I still want to hide the child
And yet I still want to have such fun
Yet a monster called depression
It siezes over my teenage, young soul
And before I know what's happening
It slowly starts to take it's control
Why can't I be like the young child
So happy and just light and carefree?
And yet I know, as I look in the mirror
Why do I have to be me?
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