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A part of growing up
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The old house stood dilapidated and full of memories. Every crack is a reminder
of what used to be. The clouds on the wall from all the nights I pondered. I can still hear the washing machine in the background of my siblings fighting. I used
to yell at them to “shut uppppp”. We couldn’t wait for this time to be over, we couldn’t wait to get older. I wish I was more grateful. Looking back, it been years and everything is so different. Our faces the same but relationships so distant. I mean time does that right? Our goofy grins in dusted picture frames. Our smile so pure and it brings me back to a time where I was happy. I can say I miss it but at the same time I don’t wish to go backwards. I guess this is just a part of growing up.
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The old house stood dilapidated and full of memories. Every crack is a reminder
of what used to be. The clouds on the wall from all the nights I pondered. I can still hear the washing machine in the background of my siblings fighting. I used
to yell at them to “shut uppppp”. We couldn’t wait for this time to be over, we couldn’t wait to get older. I wish I was more grateful. Looking back, it been years and everything is so different. Our faces the same but relationships so distant. I mean time does that right? Our goofy grins in dusted picture frames. Our smile so pure and it brings me back to a time where I was happy. I can say I miss it but at the same time I don’t wish to go backwards. I guess this is just a part of growing up.
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