My rose colored glasses have shattered.
Nostalgia drained the life force out of me.
I can no longer pretend that yesterday was better.
My serious demeanor wasn’t a personality trait.
It was a trauma response.
My personality was informed by emotionally immature adults.
No child should carry the burden of the adults around them.
Something was ripped out of me.
I haven’t felt this alive in years.
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