The Inner Child..

When shit hits the fan,
remember how you ran
as a child, so carefree.
Arms spread open,
heart strong and unbroken.

That high of ecstasy,
eyes filled with fantasy.
Head full of dreams
of glitter and ice-creams.

Love yourself the way you are
the rest shall fall into place.
Remember, it's not a race.
Be you, coz' YOU are rare.

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  1. On the basis of popular demand of readers...we are expecting more of your scribblings ( waiting for the "Go to next page button" ) ����

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