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Years And Years

Six years ago
Sixth grade
 
Six years later
Senior year


I can still see my light up sketchers
Running across the brand new blacktop
My neon pink chipped nails
Handprints forever on the bright yellow handball

My dirty converse now walk across
The faded blacktop
My still chipped nails
Fingertips grazing the dulled flaking
Yellow handball


Nostalgia

When did everything change?
Written by moony_
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Author's Note
Just thinking, feeling old lol.
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