Harry's P.O.V.
When is make believe, a good reason to lie to children?
How can you live with yourself, knowing you're lying to a child, making them think of a place where you don't have any worries?
Why do we do this to ourselves?
I don't understand it.
I hate it. I wish it were true, but being 18 years old, you have to grow up and realize there is no make believe place, there is no Neverland.
It's all lies.
Lies the parents tell their children, to get them to fall asleep at night. And I understand that part, but don't let them hope that there's this place, that will let them be them.
Because they'll always be judged, and made into a mold, so when they're older, They'll be perfect businessmen and businesswomen.
And I hate it. I hate it with a passion. I will not be molded, created, made, to be perfect. Because one day, it'll all come crashing down.
And what will we have then?
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Ok, so I dedicate this chapter to @deludedgirl07, because she's probably the only one reading this book, this very, very, depressing book.
I'll update when I can.
