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Chapter 8 - Page 7

a granted wish I never celebrated

toasted bread on the table

and hot chocolate, sometimes with a waffle

sitting while watching cartoons on television

I can hardly recall all of these occasions

I was once a kid who played and joked around

spinning and throwing balls with friends at the playground

sometimes pretending to have superpowers and chasing each other

a remarkably swift childhood, an ache to remember

celebrating as the stars appear in the sky

excitedly saying, "I want to grow up," and sending it up high

the dumbest wish I have ever made

and now I'm all scarred and bruised, silently praying to just fade