Eight Years Old

Eight Years Old short poem

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Eight years old,
Growing up so bold.
Thoughts of getting older
Now regrets of the past
Years go by so fast
I wish I could’ve made it last

Now 19, working like a machine, on a one man team in this place we call”The Real World”

I reside in it!

Rips in the past I try to mend
Scavenge for pictures, with all my friends
But now all I have a memories
Until they are gone to

But until then, I will stay with you

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