can I grow tomorrow? place a bucket over my head to block the sun; protect my innocence for a while. I'll grow tomorrow. but, today. . .
I just wanna see the darkness with my eyes open, in hopes of understanding. I can be aware of my surroundings, though I do not see, distinctly, I can tell that I'm surrounded. something bigger than myself. protecting me from what is good. . . so that it won't become the bad. . . protecting my naiveté.
just leave the bucket; walk away. I'll grow tomorrow.
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