Five.
No worries,
no problems.
Playtime,
nap time.
Warm,
bright.
The world,
welcoming you with open arms.
Laughter.
Happiness.
No scars,
no tears.
I miss being,
five.
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Tis hope that keeps us alive. Tis faith that sees us through. Tis love that is our reality(: