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Poetry

Remind me that the sparkles I see around her are imaginary. I felt like a dork asking her how did she get those beautiful stars, also called eyes.

Human

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by SomeOtherLove

by SomeOtherLove

Innocence and loneliness

Warm and happy

Scared of adulthood

100% naïve

This few things described my childhood.

"Food, games and friendship"

That was the meaning of happiness,

back then.

But we must know, we're human.

We'll someday understand sarcasm.

We'll someday get rejected.

We'll someday lie.

We won't be perfect.

I want to go back and change my definition of happiness.

I don't want to be human.

Trapped in the past, scared of the future.

Scared of being human.