Childhood

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I miss my childhood.

I miss the days when I was still carefree. Loved. Accepted.

All those years, never truly looking at my flaws.

When I thought the world was a bright and accepting one.

But then, I changed. They changed. They forced me to.

All my days I was judged. Hated. Ignored.

All these years, all I've ever focused on were the traits I didn't have. I never had.

Then my world was a dark and messed-up one.

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