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★ 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐌𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ★
When I was young. I went treasure hunting in trail mix. I searched for candy gems and peanutbutter chips buried in the peanuts. I ate brownies without walnuts, drank fruit juice, breathed honey, dreamed cinnamon-sugar dreams on my toast each morning and ate frosting from the jar when I couldn't find a cake. It's true, you never truly loose that baby sweet tooth, that young euphoria of one exquisite thing melting on your tongue. I miss being childlike. Curling up in my mommy's lap: snug, warm, safe. However, I'm still a child in the eyes of my parents. This is old low-quality photo that mean a lot to me. My mom once said that I still look cute even though the photo is low-quality.
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★ 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐌𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ★
When I was young. I went treasure hunting in trail mix. I searched for candy gems and peanutbutter chips buried in the peanuts. I ate brownies without walnuts, drank fruit juice, breathed honey, dreamed cinnamon-sugar dreams on my toast each morning and ate frosting from the jar when I couldn't find a cake. It's true, you never truly loose that baby sweet tooth, that young euphoria of one exquisite thing melting on your tongue. I miss being childlike. Curling up in my mommy's lap: snug, warm, safe. However, I'm still a child in the eyes of my parents. This is old low-quality photo that mean a lot to me. My mom once said that I still look cute even though the photo is low-quality.
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