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As a child, I thought

The world would be mine.

The skies were blue;

The stars would shine

And dance in my eyes,

And laugh in my joy.

An innocent youth,

My life was a toy

With which I could build

A bright fairytale

Where flowers bloomed

And dreams would sail

To the horizon

And all its design,

The hopes of the future

Soon to be mine.

Oh, I realized when

I woke up one day,

Saw that stars were far,

Knew that life was pain,

And stories are stories

Just meant for the young,

The young that grow old;

Stories come undone.

The world's brought to light

With all of its secrets,

A horror unearthed.

I'm left to keep it

Locked in my chest,

One with my heartbeat,

Killing the remnants

Of the child inside me,

The child I once was,

Who dreamed to achieve

Some glory, some fame,

Some false reality

Where life is but a dream,

Where youth will never die,

But that child now sees

That dream was but a lie,

A precious little lie

She now must leave to waste

With all the broken past

Of the girl she became

When life became life

And more than adventure,

More than wide open doors

That called her to enter

Their gold paradise

Hidden deep within

The blossoms still blooming

A beauty she could win

If only she'd enter

And take the big leap

To destiny, purpose,

A life she could achieve

In hard work, diligence,

An endless pursuit,

But that child believed

Her dream would come true

In all her innocence,

'Cause young eyes couldn't see

The black gape at the end

Of the tunnel she'd need

To someday reach that goal

She loved to imagine

And feel it much stronger

Than her burning passion,

And her passion was bold,

Bright, breathtaking light

She saw so clearly

That it seemed brought to life,

In her vibrant life,

One with her pink heart,

Just as bold and free

And eager to start

Changing the world,

Changing mankind,

Changing for better

All the flaws that she'd find,

'Cause a dreamer she was,

However naive

Of the ways of the world

With scars left to leave

On unassuming souls

With heads in the sky

Where fairytales breathe

And reality dies.

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When you're young, everything seems possible, doesn't it? Reality-check hurts, like falling from the sky. We wake-up pretty fast, don't we? Life forces us to wake-up, accept the truth. But, we're all still young at heart, in one way or another. We still keep dreaming, keep climbing, keep flying, even though we know we're going to fall, in the deep, dark backs of our minds. That's ok, though. We're meant to fly, and we're meant to fall, and we're meant to get back up again, to try again. That's what life's about. That's how we make dreams come true <3