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When I was Younger...


As I think of myself as a pperson

I stop and wonder...

Why I can't be the way I was when I was younger?

I was free spirited, without worry

But as I've grown

It brought me to reality

I no longer see life in a childlike way

And I can only hope it'll be okay

Since playing my guitar which brings me peace

I always found that missing part of me

Like lyrics to a song and its melody 

That's how I long to feel complete

Some things I'm not good at

Like forgiving and forgetting

All the mistakes and broken promises is simply unsettling

What happens in my life doesn't define who I am

Beacause there's a much bigger plan

I say to myself everytime I'm falling

But "I keep my eyes on the prize of the High Calling"

Every now and then I have that hunger

To be the way I was

When I was younger.

 

By Genesis R. Ortiz

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