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Old pictures

LB

I had innocence
I was pure
All I saw was light
Staring at my old pictures
That child I was him
But he is not me
He had dreams
And believed in life
Things took a turn
I was the outcome
I see darkness
I see things for what they are
I'm not an old picture
Though I miss the person
Within them

Done by LB

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