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Enfance brisée
To be a child, when I was a child,
To cling longer on innocence,
The sweet naive side.
Such a fancy, faded by ugly reality,
Darkened by the scariest sights.
Wisdom they said, would be my gain,
Yet adulthood's disorder ruined
my most precious times.
Yearning for peace, for I am tired,
shattered, unable to break free.
For how long shall I suffer to be released,
From the demons that hunt me?
© Caillou
To cling longer on innocence,
The sweet naive side.
Such a fancy, faded by ugly reality,
Darkened by the scariest sights.
Wisdom they said, would be my gain,
Yet adulthood's disorder ruined
my most precious times.
Yearning for peace, for I am tired,
shattered, unable to break free.
For how long shall I suffer to be released,
From the demons that hunt me?
© Caillou
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