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by Sam Jamal 2 months ago in fact or fiction
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child-like memories

Photo by Zoran Kokanovic on Unsplash


The light flickers,

It is time to bring out the white candles!

You can’t do much but wait for the lights to come back on.

It was darker back then,

I would use one of the candles from the kitchen.

To find my books,

Books that will distract me from this poverty,

Books that will make me feel like I live in a castle,

Where I could see my grandparents standing outside waiting for me.

To feel the love grandparents give and any kind of love is a gift!

Instead, I was put in this dark cave,

Where I was taught animosity,

Feel no mercy or fear

Don’t cry, that’s a shame!

Don’t feel for others, it is not your job!

Find your way out on your own

You are just another kid in the jungle

Follow no order, make your own rules

Do not and do not!

Feed others, as if they’ll feed on you!

Climb higher trees and stay isolated.

Everything bad was brought by people!

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