i wonder how it could have been if i grew up in a place where i could both have been happy and had not been limited by trivialities?
rather, where i could have been permitted to see only myself by a world that allowed me no room for illogicalities?
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lament
Non-Fictionnot for the things i've lost, nor for my woes, but for the hopes uninvolved i shredded in my ignorance.
