Sad Remembrance
I am sadden to think how badly I wanted to grow up, for things to finally be in my control, for freedom, only for it not to be. Oh, to be 13 years old again with my whole life ahead of me. Wish I could have those years I didn't appreciate back. The bliss ignorance and freedom in thinking so much could be... Sad to think how more unhappy you become when you mature. I miss my younger self...
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