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I miss the days

When my dreams and hopes were alive — and they were nice dreams like doing something meaningful to help people, animals, the environment, creating profound art, having a family. I miss the days when my friends had no color or race, and all I wanted was to have fun with them, go on bike rides, tell jokes, play games, and jump rope. I miss the days when I never wanted to go to bed because I was having such a good time being awake. I miss the days when I could not wait to wake up in the morning to start my new day. I miss reading and discovering new things, excited to uncover mysterious rocks and be astonished by interesting facts. I miss believing in miracles, having faith, trusting, being overcome with zeal and zest for life. Work needs to change because I miss those days.


When my dreams and hopes were alive — and they were nice dreams like doing something meaningful to help people, animals, the environment, creating profound art, having a family.

I miss the days when my friends had no color or race, and all I wanted was to have fun with them, go on bike rides, tell jokes, play games, and jump rope.

I miss the days when I never wanted to go to bed because I was having such a good time being awake. I miss the days when I could not wait to wake up in the morning to start my new day.

I miss reading and discovering new things, excited to uncover mysterious rocks and be astonished by interesting facts.

I miss believing in miracles, having faith, trusting, being overcome with zeal and zest for life.

Work needs to change because I miss those days.

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