Life
The happy days,
When we all got along,
No work and all play,
The days seemed so long,
Then puberty ruined it all,
I began to grow up,
the world became small,
My emotions blew up,
But the day will come,
The storm will pass,
All this will seem so dumb,
We will be free at last!
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