I remember the cold and lonely days of my childhood.
I remember all the kids who used bully me
I remember some of my family members harsh words.
I remember all the birthdays i never got celebrate, not even a happy birthday or any acknowledgement what so ever.
I remember being poor
I remember being alone all the time with dark thoughts creeping into my mind
The thing i remember most from my childhood was a boy with a purple hat
He always seemed to be happy
He walked up to me and held his hand out
When i shook his hand
He Told me are eyes were the same
After he said that i looked into his eyes and they were just as cold as mine
He was my reflection
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