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Innocence is the days when
I thought that monsters
lived under the bed rather
than slept right beside me.

It was the times I feared
heights almost as much as
I now fear brooding stares.

Back when I thought
passionate love was the
only kind worth having
— that I now wish for a
lover who loves quietly.

Innocence was thinking
danger was an ill-advised
adventure, not a man.

It was admiring a tornado
heart and not realizing the
damage it would cause.
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Oh wouldn't it be nice
If this wasn't real life?
You might change your mind
And finally you'd be mine.
You jump off your train
And come back to me again.
When they finally see us meet,
The audience throw roses at our feet.
A spotlight on our embrace,
Applause fills the place.
The curtains, they shut
And everybody stands up.
They all cry in awe
Of the true love they saw,
And the naive sound of laughter
Followed by a happily ever after.
I don't wish
for myself to die,
but I wish that
I was never born
I wouldn't die
after I'm broken,
but I'd be dead
before I'm torn

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