As a young child I lived freely.
I didn't feel like I needed to impress anyone.
Then there came a time, one I wish I had never struck on the clock of life, that something changed.
I began looking at others,
Watching how they lived.
I started to realize they were doing things better than me.
I wasn't good enough, and I never would be.
That, my friend, is the destruction of innocence.
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