I miss the days
I miss the days of my childhood why am I facing these many struggles π in adulthood school π« days in which bags were heavy but now hearts π are heavy filled with pain I miss the fresh Breeze with me near but people are now busy drinking bear my heart has been sinked with pain but before always how clean were the plains I studied about the metal lead but my bestie is lying in the grave dead
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