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i sometimes feel as if growing older has done me more harm than good. it killed my innocence my naiveness my purity my ability to not think. but mostly it killed the way my brain could make colours and the way i saw love and the way i saw life.
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Dec 10, 2016
Dec 10, 2016 at 4:33 AM UTC
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i sometimes feel as if growing older has done me more harm than good. it killed my innocence my naiveness my purity my ability to not think. but mostly it killed the way my brain could make colours and the way i saw love and the way i saw life.
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Dec 10, 2016
Dec 10, 2016 at 4:33 AM UTC
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