Youth
Youth
Do you remember?
How we smiled at each other that year?
Do you remember how we eased each other's pain?
We were both the abused and victimized youth of the time. Both 14 that year we bonded over the circumstances that strangled us.
Years passed and we are no longer that pure yet tainted youth. When life quiets down, I like to take time to remember those fourteen year olds.
I like to remember how they smiled
How they laughed
How they cried
How they loved
When I think about them, I like to wonder if you think of them too. I like to wonder if you ever wonder about them too,wherever you are.
But then I remember how just as the youth passes, so does the love.
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