We were lost in thick foilage,
Of a dense forest
That lead us to a building.

There was no telling what was inside.
We took a peek from the outside
Broken windows and doors.

We din't know a step forward,
Would make us all shudder
There was an eerie feeling,
To the place.

Pentagon drawings, candles and a voodoo doll,
That was staring at me in the eye.
One look, that's all it took, to run for our lives.

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Childhood is like a closed door filled with memories, aromas, summers, holidays, cartoons and friends.

There are wardrobes full of things, like the memories od your dance costumes.

You can only visit this space once in a while and feel all the things you've ever felt so deeply, but you cannot forever live there as you or your childhood friends don't.
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Ugh
Everyone is married, their lives are sorted,
Even the guy I had a crush on,
When I was at school
He's with a toddler now.

But why do I want to know,
What happened to the people from my memories.
Besides we only remained good friends, nothing more, nothing less.

It feels like they've set their pace,
Sorted every strand of life,
And I'm where I am.
Standing in the sands of time.

At a flick of a moment,
I'm that girl from school,
And suddenly I'm not.
Is this what growing up means?

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What does it take to write so emotionally?
Oh nothing much, actually.
Take a look at a stabbed wound from within
Feel the complex ways it tingles you
And put it all out on an app
Without your real name.

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