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Innocence

Since I’ve been back life hasn’t been the same. I see children playing happily and all I can think of is the world they’re growing up in. It’s not happy. It’s not good. This is an evil world. They laugh at one another, call out funny insults. “You’re a meanie-head!” “Well...” a little girl with pigtails struggles to formulate an appropriate response, “you’re a butt-face!” They play games on monkey bars, run from each other. They are innocent, ignorant. They have no idea the horror that awaits. I wonder fo them how many will go on to see true evil? To perform it? To encompass the intrinsic definition? How many will go on to see what I have? To hold a child’s hand while they bleed out? How many will actually find happiness, maybe never even understand what I know exists. I hope for their sakes that’s how it is. They continue to live in ignorance. Innocence.
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katiem
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Nov 16, 2012
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Based on a prompt in my Creative Writing class.

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