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I closed my eyes and start to remember

All the little things that were in my past

Growing up, losing them like smoldering ember

But some burns bright with a fire that lasts

And I look back and I see my old friends playing in grass

Screaming, laughing, crying having attitudes and sass



We were in the playground ditching class for as long as we can

Going back getting yelled at for the hell of it

Then we sulk, maybe cry getting punished cuz we ran

And then we would again we began to make a split

Freedom at the door we all ran away

I remember the times we went out to play



But look at us now, I don't know who you are

Where's my best friend from the age of five?

Where did she go? You're not who you were!

But she is now a memory that was once alive

That is now gone and mourned over, no more

I open my eyes again and then closed that door



~8/28/09