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Call me naive... as a girl who pricked her thumb from a rose that was given by a careless boy... I do not remember why I know so much... or maybe I do, I just have chosen to hide them. oh the glory in not knowing... I will not lie to you... because that would be foolish of me there is a difference between sharing all, and sharing some... But it is wise to understand... that we cannot be naive forever and the more we know seems to hurt us... Oh how I wish I were still naive...
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Oct 14, 2012
Oct 14, 2012 at 11:01 PM UTC
Naive
Call me naive... as a girl who pricked her thumb from a rose that was given by a careless boy... I do not remember why I know so much... or maybe I do, I just have chosen to hide them. oh the glory in not knowing... I will not lie to you... because that would be foolish of me there is a difference between sharing all, and sharing some... But it is wise to understand... that we cannot be naive forever and the more we know seems to hurt us... Oh how I wish I were still naive...
arianna-lee
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Oct 14, 2012
Oct 14, 2012 at 11:01 PM UTC
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