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I remember the day my imagination was lost
and my brothers laughed because they thought it so funny;
tears and innocence being the ultimate cost
when they killed, for me, the Easter Bunny.

“You’re too old to believe in all of this stuff;
its time you started acting your age”;
My siblings had decided that I had enough
as they turned over my childhood page.

With chocolate stains on the front of my shirt
and Easter eggs yet to be found,
I did my best to cover up all of the hurt,
hating the truth they were slinging around.

It wasn’t just the end of a childish phase;
It was more than destroying a mere fantasy;
Somewhere in the mist of this confusing haze,
was the realization - they had been lying to me.

It wasn’t just the Easter Bunny they had slain;
It wasn’t just Santa Claus they turned into dust;
Destroyed holiday myths wasn’t the cause of my pain,
it was a loss of faith in those that I trust.

So, be careful when we tell me a tale,
I am skeptical about accepting your truth;
It is a lesson that I learned only too well,
long ago in my forgotten youth.

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