Why are we so grown up? We are mature beyond compare, my dear friend and I. Wise beyond our young years. At a ripe age of 16 we are in full bloom. Ready to head out into the world, full force ahead, without a second thought to our youth. But when we stop to take a breath we realize that we have left so much behind, including the majority of our peers. We find ourselves looking into the eyes of people much older than us, and at times, it's a pity.
Did our childhood really flee from us that quickly? Or was it us who fled from it. We're our poor, innocent souls tortured beyond a point of repair? Or was it merely a strong desire to be free. Whatever it may be, the past cannot be unwritten, and the pages in our books are yearning to be filled.
Such sweet souls. Such young souls. But oh what old souls they are.
I love this.
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thanks. idk. sometimes stuff just hits me and i put it into words. idk how i do it.
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