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i miss being a kid.

take me to the beach.

everyday, it has been the same thoughts.  i remember being a kid. i remember being so happy.  when did i first start relying my happiness on such unreal, meaningless thoughts.  it began with “if only…” high school was abounded “if only”.   i’ve reached out to people, many people. putting myself on the table. hoping that someone can take these thoughts and throw them away for me. that someone will say something and it will stick.  but the advice sticks like wet pasta thrown at a wall to see if it’s done cooking; it dries up and falls down. soon after their brief dormancy, these familiar and undeniably twisted comforts awake, and return to my head.  i’m left with “if only”