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where pink dresses
with bows and tresses
are the heartache of my passions
Where is my childhood?
where moody times
with bills and expenses
are the heartache of my parents
Should I long for my childhood
where innocence thrives
with boys and girls playing
the heartache of my phantoms
Now, I am in Adulthood
where the real issues
with responsibilities and cares
are the heartache of my present
Written by: Bamas Sinach Toria
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson
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