Inner Child

Before nothing mattered.  But for many, their worlds have shattered. So different to this kind. Same age, different mind. No shows with real people and actors. Cartoons are the only thing I can factor. Maturity is such a silly thing. So what if playtime isn't such a major fling? Seriousness brings me down, laughing is the only thing that stops the frown With such childish ways, I wish I could go back to the old days.

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