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SPLIT… I’d
like the tick I’m a kid, It
somewhat ensued yesterday, Those
sceneries that I had, I
really missed it terribly. Those
childish things I did, Those
instances my mom scolded, Those
seconds I was overwhelmed, Those
minutes I was with my childhood friend. At
first I’m not geared up, For
I assume I’m not yet full-fledged, For
I thought I can’t do it, For
I’m very much reliant with. As
the years go by, I
started to split from my shield; Facing
the real world, That’s
full of revelation and melancholy. Nov. 1, 2005
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