Waldo...

Creaking swings and broken slides
Old memories that provided comfort
Only to grow older and engulf the darkness
"No lights on this path honey"
Except there is no voice to hold your hand

Oh the memories of the past. How things used to be so simple. What in the world happened when the biggest mystery in life was trying to find Waldo in those books?

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