Growing Apart
The struggles that I could never understand.
Had been the true cause of all the mistakes that I could not control.
My struggles are part of my innocence.
Without them-
I will be judged for a past that becomes part of the void.
Besides- it is too late anyway.
To catch up to all the normal people in this world.
While everyone else had blazed their trails-
I am left with the remnants of paths that are now overgrown.
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