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by Tyedyewhore

if I met my seven year old self today what would I tell him? what would I say? would I warm him of the future of the bad things yet to come? or would I leave him to be naive to keep having fun? because my seven year old self believed the world was a perfect place would he recognize himself when he looked into my face? even though I've leaned so much more and 8 years have passed since then I would give up everything I have to veiw life through his eyes again.
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