In the forgotten garden of childhood, are where most of our innocence were found dead, and then, BURIED!!! In the forgotten garden of childhood, where the fairies flew so wild and free, where the fireflies became Tinkerbelle, and, when you rub that lamp, lo and behold, a HUGE genie comes out, and grant you, NOT just those THREE wishes, but, infinite number of wishes that will satisfy those deepest, desires!
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In the forgotten garden of childhood, I’d tried, finding my way back in, I’d reached the doors now, and, it’d been, barred, and locked, the lock had, turned rusty, plus, I don’t have the keys, and so, I sat, outside the fences, waiting, for someone who has a key that needs to go inside, and I would willingly, tag-along………
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In the forgotten garden of childhood, is where we lay our former selves to rest, (yes, we’re all, DEAD!!!) because all of our stupid (b/c that, is what you all are, PARENT!!!) adult counterparts don’t got a single god damn FUCKING (oopsy, and, children still should NOT “cuss” here!!!) C-L-U-E! And so, it’s, in this forgotten garden of our separate childhoods, that we’d started, mourning, crying over, the worst sort of loss in all of our lives, the loss of ALL our innocence, and, who knows, if you’d cried HARD enough, your childhood innocence might take pity on you, as mine had done me, and come back to you, into your embraces………
Life, the Obstacle Course 