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just a child.
looking at you is like opening the window to my past.
When I look at you I see myself when I was 15 and impressionable and insecure. Although youre an adult I see a child,a child with potential...but with an unwillingness to grow. I wish I could invite you inside my memorys so you could understand where Ive been,where I am,and where Im coming from. I wish I could take you under my wing and open your mind to foreign concepts and logic. You prefer ill-logic,thats where we differ and where discrepancies come into play. Realize that Ive been there done that,and I see through you so clear. Thinking you wear your mask so well,and that no one can tell, that youre just a child. |