reminisce about the younger days

when we would run around the field,
blowing bubbles in each other's faces,
and eating pineapple chocolates.

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i wish that everything could be like the younger days, when we were carefree and happy, where not a single seed of doubt or a lone bean of sadness could seep it's way in us. when we were just us, and nobody else.

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Cbox or shoutmix.
150px approximately.

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A B C D E F G H

besties -
A B C D E F G H I J K L M O P R S

classes -
class blog links are recommeded

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