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I Miss Those Days



I miss those days,
When I was child,
When mom’s lap was pillow for me,
When dad’s love was life for me,
When hate was the word I don’t know,
When friendship was sharing for me,
When I was like a princess,
When my home was my palace,
When no tension was around me,
When everyone only love to me,
When no one was enemy for me,
When chocolates, ice-creams were smile for me
When school was a fun place for me,
When home-works were as horror for me,
When mom-dad were everything for me,
When fight was just a play for me,
When my all mistakes were forgiven without sorry,
I miss those days,
When I was a child.
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