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It's strange when time passes by so slow.
Reminds me of my childhood.

Reminds me of moments of nothing;
no worries, no fears.
Just moments of pureness,
not the passings of years.

Time meant nothing
and was clocked by the sun.
The day was spent running,
doing nothing that wasn't fun.
It was an innocence that still lingers.
The lightness is still felt in my chest.
And a smile plays upon my lips,
but I'm torn, wanting to forget.

The memories make me smile
but that smile slowly fades.
Because they are only memories
and my time now is spent in this maze.
Full of lefts and rights
with each right yet still wrong.
And I stand lost in the middle,
wondering if this is even where I belong.

Why am I here?
Forget how. I don't care.
But why am I stuck in this place,
so lost, yet aware.
I know it doesn't feel right,
this place is not meant for me.
I'm meant for that day in the grass,
my heart's meant to be carefree.

Meant for those memories of nothing;
no worries, no fears.
Just memories of pureness,
not the passings of years.

It's strange when time passes by so slow.
Reminds me of my childhood.

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This Place is Empty

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This place is empty right here beside me,

yet I can still see your face.

See the warm smile playing on your lips,

how bashfully you look away.

Now my day is better, worries are less,

just to think of you so near.

But my heart saddens, heavy in my chest,

at night when your face disappears.

The night is so cruel to take you from me,

but the truth is what I must bare.

Our days have ended and our time has passed,

I'm lonely but I'm not scared.

I know there's someone just waiting for me,

simply to glance their way.

I'll see her smile so warmly towards me

and I'll smile at her just the same.

Because there's this place right here beside me,

and she just made my heart race.

Can't help my smile from growing wider

as she bashfully looks away.

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It's been a while...

I have been struggling, not just with words
but the thoughts in my head.
Trying to figure out what I'm thinking,
trying to find something worth being said.

And writing that down,
confessing it aloud,
has granted me a moment of freedom,
the first in months I have found.

I feel confined,
somehow trapped in this box.
And no one can help me out
until I write a key for its locks.

It my own mind,
it's a maze that only grows bigger.
With a complexity that exponentially deepens
the longer I stare in this mirror.

Seeing and knowing what I'm looking for lies inside,
wrapped away safely, just waiting for me to find.