My world was the size of a crayon box, and it took every colour to draw her




(No Ratings Yet)a fall from great innocence hurts the most to knowthat you are nowtainted




(No Ratings Yet)The art of living. Isn’t that a funny expression?




(No Ratings Yet)Innocence could be lost more than once after all.




(No Ratings Yet)So was I once myself a swinger of birches.And so I dream of going back to be.




(No Ratings Yet)We’re children. We’re supposed to be childish.




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