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Childhood
To believe
Or not to believe
That is the real question.
To hold onto hope
Albeit false hope
Just to keep from letting go
Those childhood dreams
Fantasies
Of wishes and faeries
Of happily ever afters
The things that filled
Your adolescent mind
With so much faith
And trust
And pixie dust
The things that shielded you
From the harsh reality
Of life
Actuality
To believe
And be naïve
To let go
And see the world
As your worst nightmare.
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