The older I get, the harder it is to believe how much I have changed from being but a child, to a growing adult. The simplicity of a child has slowly been covered up by a course white material, blocking me out from the little things, like not having all the toys I wanted while growing up. Things like knowing the falsehood of the notion that you can be whatever you want, when you grow up. Things like that every man is created equal. To be truthful, myself, and many other children came into the world believing that the world was a fair place, which it is not, but that is all right... now.
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