months later, the biting air burns my skin; at first, I find I am wary without my usual coverup shield. as time passes though, I see it was indeed time for a bit of crisp, raw change.
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I listen and laugh among the rest of them as they tell their tales.
As amusing and humorous as their stories may be, I realize that I really do love my innocence.
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