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I look back to when I was eight


I look back and I go to when I was eight
I used to look up to my seniors and think they were great
They were so hard working, had it all figured out
But now I'm that age and I'm just filled with doubt


When I was younger everything used to be black and white
But now everything is jut hues of grey
Everyone seems to think that my future is bright
And I don't know what to say


I finally understand how quickly time flies
I feel so lost, don't know what to do in life
Everyone else seems to have it all figured out
And I am the only one who is left out


But I realized now that it is not all bad
In the end, everything is gonna be all right
As long as I stay happy and keep working hard
What everyone else thinks will lose its might


And I will only live for myself
Be content with what I have
After all, when everyone else has left
I will be all that I have

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  1. Pawan Singh BaishNovember 14, 2021 at 11:48 PM

    Nice ๐Ÿ‘Œ๐Ÿ‘Œ

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  2. UnknownNovember 14, 2021 at 11:49 PM

    Beautiful ๐Ÿ’•

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  3. UnknownNovember 15, 2021 at 12:58 AM

    Very Nice Poem.. Keep up the good work..

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  4. UnknownNovember 15, 2021 at 10:52 AM

    Everyone is there at some or other time. But mother has it all planned out for us.

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  5. UnknownNovember 15, 2021 at 3:23 PM

    Wow!

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  6. UnknownNovember 15, 2021 at 5:46 PM

    Oh dear...you are great ๐Ÿ‘keep doing n prosper ๐Ÿ˜‡

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  7. MarkOfTheLandFebruary 22, 2022 at 11:34 AM

    I like this one!

    I remember when I was in middle school seeing high schoolers playing pokemon cards and thinking "wow look at those guys, in high school and still playing pokemon" as if it was childish of them, and then when I grew up and got to the same grade, I was the one playing pokemon cards lol

    Also, after high school there was a period of time before university in which I didn't know what path I would take and I was anxious about it. Looking back I think that time was very important for me, it made me think a lot about my life and what I wanted to do with it, and will make a huge difference even after I finish uni...

    Cheers from brazil!

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  8. Shoaib MalikFebruary 28, 2022 at 8:59 AM

    Omg keep writing bro..

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