Mine is tough and not good,
Declared my six year old,
My flood of happy memories, instantly took hold,
Round little me,
As happy as a bee,
Running around wild and naked,
No care in the world and always dedicated,
To thulping down mountains of food,
Life was good,
I called myself the princess of Hemagiri,
And placed a hotpot stand on my head, to solidify that theory,
The youngest on both sides,
I suppose, that had it's own downside,
I had to bite ankles to get attention,
In hindsight, no wonder most of my cousins didn't have a good impression,
Of me,
Even though I was as vibrant as the sea,
Is what I'd like to believe,
It's all in the past now, but all that love stays intact and will most definitely not leave,
I admit, I was a royal pain in everyone's ass,
But I'd like to assume, my personality now is absolutely first class.
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