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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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