Itś a very controversial subject. One might describe childhood as fond memories and delights, as another might not. Perhaps one might shudder at the idea, with the very traumatic visions they were trying to hide from flood back into their minds. For me, childhood may just be a tie between the two. My childhood summed up (though you cannot so simply sum up my childhood on this alone), would be a child prostitute with no idea what love is. But the very idea of childhood, what really is it? Obviously, it varies based on oneś own mindset plus the very memories one has. But what if one cannot remember? And lets say hypothetically speaking, that this one individual isn't right in their head? Would this cancel out any actuality of their very childhood? Does this mean that it never existed? Or is there more than that one must go on for answers? Here is where I realize that in the end, no matter what this word really means or implies, that in the end , a child always grows up, and after this, the childhood is only a reference guide to oneś future. Otherwise, what purpose does it have?
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Watch Me Fall
HorrorSome thoughts of a not so sane teenage girl. Cover by @ziggystaardusssttt