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Our painful childhood experiences still haunt us as adults. |
| The pain of a child hurts. It hurts all the way through, Down to the core. Drawn out during growth, Passed on into the adult. The pain of a child never ends. It grows, filling the crevices. It resonates, trying to hide. But it bleeds through. The pain of a child disables. It inhibits the full potential. Beating down, it paralyzes, Learning only to cope, only to survive. Awarded 3rd Place in the Innocence Lost Contest |