That Kid (part 1)
It was something I can never forget,
Not even in my dreams.
Such a small kid he was
But what he taught was not that small.
I was wondering in search of happiness and satisfaction
And their he was happy and content.
Things were small,
But not his happiness.
His state was bad,
But not his time.
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