dear child

Dear Child,

Growing up isn’t like you thought

Even though you knew that

It still hurts

 

We are all little kids

Playing dress up

In too big shoes

Trailing sleeves

Smeared makeup

 

Adults as we thought of them

Don’t exist

I’m a child

But I wish I was a child again

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