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Life usedto be so easy when you were little.
I miss those days.
When everyone still loved everyone
and nobodydied.
And pain was only physical
and neverlasted long.
And you still believed They would
always loveyou
and takecare of you
and protectyou
and be goodto you
and thatThey could do nothing wrong.
Wheneverything was still possible
andimagination was infinite
and youdidnx92t have to think about
what to sayor not to say.
When no one had ever really hurt you
and youstill believed
thateverything was good and beautiful.
And trust was something
you didnx92thave to think about.
And younever had to worry about tomorrow
or aboutwhat you did or didnx92t do
or say.
When youwere always happy
and yourentire face lit up
every timeyou smiled
becauseyour smiles were always sincere.
When itdidnx92t matter
whether youcould sing or not,
x91cause singyou would,
loudly,
and alwayslaughing.
And playing with leaves in the fall
and in thesnow in the winter
and pickingflowers in the spring
andswimming in the summer.
And believing in magic
and talkingdogs on TV
and swings
and teddybears
and drawing
and fingerpaint and play-doh
and bedtimestories.

Life usedto be so easy when you were youngx85

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