As i glance around the room that was once mine i think of all the fun i've had to help me pass the time, if only these blank walls could speak what stories they would share.
Of childhood and years gone by, of adolescent dreams. For seven years of teenage angst these walls have been my home. Through tears and laughter songs and screams, in this place i lived my dreams. But as they say time flows on by and all good things must end. This place was home and is now a house on just another quiet street but i will not foget this place of mine, a room with no regrets.
Of childhood and years gone by, of adolescent dreams. For seven years of teenage angst these walls have been my home. Through tears and laughter songs and screams, in this place i lived my dreams. But as they say time flows on by and all good things must end. This place was home and is now a house on just another quiet street but i will not foget this place of mine, a room with no regrets.
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