My heart was never pure as a child.
It was always tainted,
Tainted with hurt,
Betrayal,
Honesty.
It was one of those things that I could never brush off.
It was their as a reminder of who I once was.
Of the child that I had to suffer to maintain,
But I never regreted my decisions.
As a child I was always free,
Despite the scuffs and bruises that found its way deep into my soul.
It was my freedom that made it so great an era.
Never again will I see that freedom, but I will always revel in its rememberance.
A contest entry
- Children at Heart... by Beverlynohime.
680 points, ended February 8, 2009, 10 entries
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Comments
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this is different an profound. I like your take because part of me always has felt this way as well.
Thank you for your entry.
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