'childhood'

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I try to hold on to my doll. She is so fragile still. I brushed her hair, can't let her fall.   I'm deep in dreams, then hear the call Of Mom, "The food will chill!" I try to bring along my doll.
Smart girl, smart girl how did you end up like this? I did not have a voice, I did not have a choice Smart girl, smart girl how did you end up like this?
i. Two rivers, either side of the road. Content in their currents. Side By Side. ii. Confluence; the junction of two rivers.
When I was little,I went out to play as if nothing mattered.When I was volunteering,I went out to do my job as if every step mattered.When I was little,
When you make salad With the same ingredients Every single night For your parents   You don’t always think Cutting off carrot tops
Disney movies teach us to be kind and love others. Give your heart to those who need it.  Make others happy, it will make you happy.  But when is it too much? Here are my toys. Play with them as much as you want.
sun illuminates the sky  and these golden maple leaves  as i'm looking up at you and these october fallen trees  thinking of the pumpkin patches  and the bouncy house before 
sun illuminates the sky  and these golden maple leaves  as i'm looking up at you and these october fallen trees  thinking of the pumpkin patches  and the bouncy house before 
Respectfully,                                Time   It’s the realization that typical childhood experiences weren’t apart of your memory
When I was 6, I was told to wear my scariest costume for Halloween day at school And for once, my parents wanted to spoil me, So while everyone at school became witches or skeletons or furries
I used to spend hours on end perfecting the recipe To a mud pie. Garnished with leaves, sunbaked to a crisp. A gourmet cuisine of ignorance
I used to spend hours on end perfecting the recipe To a mud pie. Garnished with leaves, sunbaked to a crisp. A gourmet cuisine of ignorance
It started out with just the little things, things you don't notice until someone points it out. "Hey, you've grown" they might say, or you suddenly realize none of your clothes fit.  
I would turn toward the swampand wonder what crawledbeneath the skunk cabbage,and then belly under, survey.
There was a rose that stood out from all the red ravishing ones. This one bloomed too early onto the sacred ground of Mother Nature's beautiful creation,
(god, i thought i would have to be drunk to write this, but i don’t feel pain anymore. not really.)     There is a place I used to call home.
Sometimes my house is not a home but a prison From the front yard it looks like a lovely family But the grass isn't always greener on the other side
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