I remember...

May 19, 2016

I remember being little and thinking everything was new and exciting and magical.

I remember the feeling of always being excited about what tomorrow could bring.

I remember riding bikes and writing with chalk and blowing bubbles.

I remember the stories and the laughs and the smiles.

I remember feeling like everything inside of me was complete .

I remember happiness,

I dont feel it anymore.

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