Innocence
A child turned to a woman before her time. In the darkness and coldness of this
hateful world, the innocence is lost. The story is like a folk tale now each narrator
changes it a bit. The difference with this folk tale is that the victim and the villain is
never the same. In the dark she hides the truth a truth that every one has there
own version to. We each keep thinking that the version we heard is the truth. Do
we honestly believe it to be true or is it that we believe it because we are scare of
the truth?
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