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LIsten to me whisper excessive ramblings of today. The magic is in the prospect of the innocent ones. Obscure feelings aching within me. I look different. Older. The reality of a dream of immortality becomes feverishly improbable. Naivety was once a comforting friend, better than the truth to say the least. As each day passes Time devours my hopes and dreams more so than yesterday. The valley of Optimism flooding into the gloomy waters where the stench is unbearable, just is the pains of my failures.
Excellent piece and I asume you are talking about growing up, if so I think you have captured it every well in deed in this short but excellent piece.
I really enjoyed this and it made me think. Thankyou for a wonderful - and short - peice.