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Dear Abby,
It's been awhile since I've seen you.
I remind myself of the memories we made.
Running through the woods looking for dragons to slay.
Never thought they would turn out to be real though, funny how times change.
Sitting in the tree house watching the ground sink bellow.
What could touch us up here? Surly the world couldn't find us now.
Children lighthearted at play.
Innocence guarding our fragile minds, and tenderly holding our glass hearts.
But time is a cruel teacher. Hearts grow harder, minds get stronger and innocence is thrown away.
I often wonder what time has taught you since we moved. Who have you become?Well, I hope your doing well old friend, please write soon, I miss you.
© cardinal404
I remind myself of the memories we made.
Running through the woods looking for dragons to slay.
Never thought they would turn out to be real though, funny how times change.
Sitting in the tree house watching the ground sink bellow.
What could touch us up here? Surly the world couldn't find us now.
Children lighthearted at play.
Innocence guarding our fragile minds, and tenderly holding our glass hearts.
But time is a cruel teacher. Hearts grow harder, minds get stronger and innocence is thrown away.
I often wonder what time has taught you since we moved. Who have you become?Well, I hope your doing well old friend, please write soon, I miss you.
© cardinal404
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