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I want to be careless like an innocent child again.
Lopsided pigtails hanging down, mismatched clothes; I never frowned. Parents kept me safe in their warm embrace. Monsters under my bed--my only fear, but now I know they’re real. Not big, hairy, purple, demons; Simply corrupt minds of vicious evil humans. I want innocence. |
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"I wrote down the numbers 10, 9, 8... and started reminiscing on when I was younger and words just started flowing." - Alisa Pursley, 11th grade, Regina High School.