The Days of My Youth

These are the days of my youth.

The days that last as long as time with friends. The days I feel free to roam the world.

The days I can run without fear and nap without worry.

The days filled with homework in the park, ramen noodle meals, and flip flops.

The days of my twenty somethings are to be remembered. cherished. loved. 

These are the days of my youth.

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