When I was a young girl, I would not walk. I thought, why walk when you can run there? An hour took forever, a day dragged on and on. Even summer always seemed to last too long. But now that I'm grown , it's the days that run away. I walk at a leisurely pace. And the people I've known mostly haven't stayed Or when we pass in the street, we don't smile, we don't speak.
One day, I should get back my zest over happy blogging. I usually just tend to do it either when I'm pissed, angry or depressed. Someone bring me flowers and a box of cloud nine.
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