The pain wasn't there
There was just peace
And a little bit of fear
I used to see ghosts
In the air
By pressing my eyelids
And tried to catch big ants
With my fingers
Only to get bitten
There was no insecurity
There was no jealousy
There was just pure bliss
Of childhood.
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