If being a kid is about learning how to live, then being a grown-up is about learning how to die....
Sometimes she wishes she'd never grown up..stuck around in the limbo. Staring out at the open yard... burning, raining, rambling, shivering in the warmest of mornings at the thoughts of a desperately forgotten hour.
Till all that was left were... overrated connections to be blamed, ties to be chided & lifetimes to be censured.
Beguiled childhood ! the celebration of living & acceptance of conjured maladies ... Perhaps pain is indeed beautiful while it lasts, because it seldom does.
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