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the smoke in the air,
of roasting smores in a bonfire,
these were days i lived for,
the sound of rain tapping the roof of this trailer,
was the lullaby i fell asleep to,
running in a field of wildflowers,
feeling free as i could ever be,
are the times i long for now,
i was able to be who i was,
without fear of consequences,
my heart pounds just looking at those places now,
the ones i was a child in,
a tear full of a memory,
runs down my lowered face,
for no one realizes,
the memories behind those walls,
the moments i wish would still be here with me today,
my heart breaks just thinking about what life could have been like,
in the place i will always call home