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The Way It Used To Be

I miss being 3.

I miss it so much it hurts.

Dear Universe,

Take me back to 1994.
And let me sleep in my old room tonight.
And let me wake up to the scent of freshly peeled peaches.
Keep me in an endless summer.

Rewind, rewind my life.
And loop the summer of 1994.

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Full of life, colorful, happy - always, always happy. His life is a dance floor, music flows in him, through him, he never gets tired of dancing, of laughing, talking, creating and thinking. He is flamboyant and audacious, and content at being so. He lives to enjoy the color spectrum in all its great impossibility.

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