むかし むかし

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What happen to those times when I get to be a kid again and dream? To not worry about tomorrow, no major sorrows, where the world is just black and white, and the future seem bright, no responsibilities, full of possibilities, innocently believing, that the world is yours for the taking; fairytales, whales.. (yes I cant find another rhyme..bear with me), prince princess, no sense, no logic, nothing is impossible, no pride, no judgement, no commitment.
Weee... Let's face it, everybody has to grow up. I talked to God and cried to him before everytime I feel the weight of the world (or growing up) "Sigh... it's not fun growing up." And he says "I know" and comforts me.
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