I was innocent too once, but innocence expires, all too quickly dies wanes like a flower only to become a vague memory too alien to access, express or feel, being now grown up corrupted somewhat molded, not remembering what all the fuss about life ever was about. and now they say "the darkness that's not who you really are. the light that's who you really are." But is it ? And if so, why ? I'd really like to know.
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