Don't Fall In Love

If I met my seven-year-old self
What would I tell her,
What would I say?
Would I warn her of the future,
Of the bad things yet to come?
Or would I leave her naive,
To keep having fun?
Because my seven-year-old self believed the world was a perfect place
Would she recognize herself,
When she looked into my face?
Even though I have learnt so much more,
And ten years have passed since then,
I would give up everything I have,
To view life through her eyes again.

They were all heading for me on a collision course, but no matter what we want, maybe some people are just meant to be in the same story.
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WARNING
This story will have some explicit content.

All ideas are mine. Poem by "E.H"