D.e.s.t.i.n.y

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I miss being a child. I miss being careless and untangled. I want to be a child just one more time, just one last time. I sit on the swing and I want to pretend that I do not know all the things I know. I want to remember what it feels like to be ignorant and incognizant of corruption, discrimination, hatred, relationships. I want to ignore the passage of time and all the IFS and BUTS that stand in my way.

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