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Youth
It was like a dream,
a dream that brings a light tugging in my heart.
During the time of, I can only wish to hurry and grow up.
Now that I am, I can only think back with yearning.
The feeling of youth,
it's hard to capture that feeling.
Youth,
where everything was either life or death,
freezing cold or scorching hot,
and barely room for in between.
Everything was just a big pulsing emotion.
A beautiful pulsing fervor for life.
I miss my youth.
When the unrequited ardency from childhood makes it's last stretch.
Before passion meets its first tall hurdle.
When my life is driven by raw emotions.
Youth to me is like living a dream within dreams.
Everyday is easily a fresh start, thinking of infinite possibilities that can come in the ideal world of the future.
When I close my eyes and let go,
my mind will travel back
until my skin can feel the warmth of those carefree summers,
my insides are swimming with jitters from encountering a crush,
and my body can still remember the uninhibited being of me.
It's like watching a passing cloud.
Passing but not quite gone.
Just so beautiful.
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