I used to lie on the grass and watch the clouds move,
and I held my teddy bear so tight when I heard lightning.
I could pick a rose and smell its beauty,
and looking a stranger in the eye wasn't so frightening.
I could question my life with reassurance and common sense,
and I could cry and scream for attention.
I could laugh a true laugh for all it was worth,
and the smell of my pillow equaled perfection.
I thought girls were the absolute root of all evil,
and danger would always be lurking in their hearts.
I didn't know hw to put my pants on without ripping my boxers,
and mastered jealousy like it was an art.
But now those memories grow rusty,
and are replaced with the musky smell of insense.
I breathe in the fumes and close my eyes,
and say goodbye to my innocence.
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