memories

I miss playing outside on my swing-set.

I miss the simple life before the internet.

I miss talking on the telephone for hours.

I miss my innocence.

I miss my daughter sitting on my lap.

I miss my family, the one I knew as a child.

I miss the excitement of driving, before people on the road turned into ass-hat’s.

I miss the sound of my dads voice.

I miss being well.

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