do you remember when we were little,
and we had those terrible night mares..
that we would wake up screaming and crying to?
it's so funny how we can wake up now,
with night mares and they seem just as painful,
although now they are no longer about stolen crayons,
or kids complaining of our 'cooties' at kinder.
no, now they are real,
about sadness, love, and the way in which the read world,
never goes how we plan.
the way in which our decisions are sometimes wrong,
and we have regrets or mistakes that we have made along the way..
about how someone we have given everything,
turns around and breaks our heart.
about friends, family, events that have changed us.
death, tragedy, circumstances so bad you could never imagine..
a stolen crayon doesn't seem so bad now, does it?
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