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When I Was Young

Life was good life, kind now life is blinded by struggle

By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk Published 7 months ago 1 min read
By George’s Girl 2026

When I Was Young

When I was young

I laughed without checking the price

I walked streets without counting the steps

no one watched my hands

no one cared if I slept

I ate when I was hungry

not when the system allowed

I spoke and was heard

not filed, not flagged, not drowned

I had shoes with holes

and still ran like hell

because I could

because it didn’t hurt

Now I drag mornings behind me

like old bins down broken roads

I sign forms for nothing

I get numbers for help

and wait in rooms

where nothing moves but time

I was young once

it was messy, yes

but it was mine

Now I survive

I tick boxes

I nod, I wait

I struggle to stay alive

and nobody sees me fade

Take me back to those good old days

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♿ V+ Marie381Uk

Poetry has lived in me since childhood.

Ink spills the feelings words fear to say.

My poems heal, some haunt, all are pieces of me.

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    Written by ♿ V+ Marie381Uk