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I once knew a kid, so happy and free

So energetic and truthful to himself that it seemed too hard to believe

He was so bright that it made others unable to see

But he was just a kid

He doesn't know what it is to live

He doesn't know what it is to love

He doesn't know what it is to lose

He was just a kid

Years go by and he now has a pet

He seems happier 

More playful than he was before because now he has a friend

Someone who can keep him company

Someone to be there till the end

A dog is truly a man's bestfriend

A few years go by and he found the love of his life

He is truly happy

Truly smiling because she brightened his day

He didn't think he would find someone so out of his league 

A good year with her passes by 

Fast and rumbly just how the wind blows

Yet things happen, it doesn't feel the same as before

He doesn't look happy

He doesn't seem free

But it was because he lost something that couldn't be

He lost his love

He tried to talk and listen but she didn't want him

He didn't want it to end because he was still in love

But he understood that she was done

He now knows what it is to love

He knows what it is to lose 

A couple years go by and he is grown up

He has now lived

He now knows what it feels like to lose

And he still has a bruise from it

But he keeps pushing his head up because he lost a few screws

People see him walk and they view him differently

As if he is crazy but he is just misunderstood 

He isn't going to let that stop him from doing anything

It is not going to stop him from being free 

He now knows what it is to live

He now knows what it is to love

And he now knows what it is to lose

I once knew this kid, so happy and free

So energetic and truthful to himself that it seemed too hard to believe

He was so bright that it made others unable to see

And yes, I once knew this kid because that kid was ME

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