Innocence Turning Stupidity
When you look back,
Past memories flourishes in mind,
Some bringing a smile,
Some bringing a bitter tear.
So many memories of you and me,
Brings a smile as well as a tear,
Memories make me think,
How innocent I was
Which brings a smile on my lips,
But soon a tear rips my smile away,
Making me think,
How stupid indeed I was,
It's when innocence soon turns into stupidity.
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