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Jun 2014
I was young and full of innocence. The world seemed perfect, a playground at my fingertips. Magic was real and fairytales came true. I didn't have to worry about how I feel or how to cure the blues. With that view of the world I felt limitless. I became older and age stole my innocence.
Written by
Jeffrey Battistoni  Santa Barbara
(Santa Barbara)   
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