8. Innocence
This world was too corrupted, too adulterated, for him. He tried to keep up with the change, but in the end, it grew to be too much.
He sat on the swing, trying to collect his thoughts. So many things were happening at once… He longed for the old days, when things seemed much simpler, freer. When if you were ignorant or didn’t know, nobody would laugh at you. When if he asked what something was, they would tell him it was a grown-up thing, and didn’t need to know until later.
He longed for his loss, the lost innocence.
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