The Birthplace of my childhood was created by the woman that I love so dearly. Going outside to play with my friends entering the new season with the fresh new start of spring. Feeling the cool breeze against my face as I take a seat on a bench and close my eyes to take me into my creative mind. This place has made me grow and blossom in so many different ways. It is my Beloved that I must now leave for another. Going away and moving on from my girl is mentally and physically suffering for me. I hate h fact that I must move on and flip the page to start a new chapter in my life.
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