Young Survival
At a young age
I begin to know the truth
The fantasies and stories in my head
begin to fade
The happy endings doesn't exist anymore
I begin to know what the world was like
People didn't sing joyful songs
There is no prince charming
Love is not in the year
From a young age
Curiosity exposed the real world
Where terrible things happened
Where nobody cared
Where the money is the king
And beauty is the queen
And we all are merely peasants
I was young
And i didn't knew what happened
I didn't knew why everything is black
My parents tried to protect me
But they knew it was inevitable
Because we all have to face it
And now
I must learn how to survive
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