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Oct 2013
Well.
I think that warning came
A tad bit late

We must not forget
That curiousoty
That Childhood
Innocence
We must never lose
That inner child


All that innocence
Is just an illusion
A beautification
Of a twisted
Ugly
Truth

It falls apart
Eventually.
Everything does.
Everyone does.
It's just that

This break came
Early
And now that
Little girl

Is long gone..
X the unknown variable
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