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My childhood was spent outside.
As the spring coils down It eventually has to spring back up From sunrise to sundown  We always hope for another sun up.   Life isnt revolved around us But for some reason we're stuck on the bus
I wish I could be a teddy bear Smiling no matter what Smile never leaves its face No matter how much they're drug in the mud 
The soliloquies in my heart and in my brain are begging to be released shouting loud, their words manifested on paper relinquishing all that has been trapped, like a caged bird or swirling wind in a cave.
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