O my dear childhood,
do you miss me the way I do?
Do you see the changes in me?
Am I difficult to be recognised?
.
I was a giggling genuine child,
now sometimes I have to fake it.
I would sleep anywhere at that time,
now the cosy beds are not enough.
.
I would throw tantrums on the mom's food,
and n
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