"Memories warm you up from the inside. But they also tear you apart."
-Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore
There was a time in my life where I knew what I wanted,
What life meant,
Why I felt superior,
How happy I was,
But now looking back,
I wonder where did all my confidence go?
Why did I have to grow up and realize that the world isn't what it seems to be?
I thought I was perfect
That I could be anything, do anything.
But I guess this is why they say life
Is just a dream.
But some part of me believed that I could do it,
But then reality hit me hard in the face,
I stumbled back and realized that
This world ain't for me,
I was stupid to think it would be all sunshine and rainbows,
But I guess being children makes everything seem possible.
Can I just be a kid again?
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