Miserable

Childhood reality.  Lemonade stands.  Video games.

Dirt.  Sunshine.  Dizzy with life.

Laughter.  More sunshine.

Rainy days.  Locked inside.  Can’t come out and play.

Snowy days are packed inside and nowhere left to hide.

I found a book and found a world.

Childhood days are left behind.

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Author: doing2016

I started writing when I was very young. Then I was mortified on a bus full of people when one of my stories was read aloud. I lost my focus and quit. Now, I'm trying to find my voice and my ambition. I love to write, good or bad. So, I'm doing it here and now. Thank you.

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