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When you arrive in this world,
you’re a soft sponge.

You believe everything,
question nothing.

Everything is beautiful.
The horrible things that happen, happen to everyone.

You’re in the moment,
the place where you belong.

When you get older, you grow out of the moment,
your first sin.

I want to go back.

When life was perfect,
when I felt the heat,
heard the noises and questioned myself what those were.

My time will come,
when I can be truly here again.

Gone,

try again.