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I miss the days falling in love
The days of happiness
The days when I’m not anxious
But these days,
I weep into cotton clothing
I feel the chills of anxiety run down my spine
I wipe the tears that fell eons ago
I miss childhood
I miss the uncharted laughs
The nonsensical babbles
The purity
But I am tainted now
Scarred from the scenes of adulthood
Traumatised of growing old
I don’t want to grow old
I don’t want to live at all
I don’t deserve this life
Someone would’ve had better use of this life
Someone else
Anyone else