I often wish to go back to being as naive as I used to be.
Easy, effortless, exciting even.
But there's no growth in living in the past.
So it's better this way.
Or so I thought.
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Author:
Wilted (
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Ignorance is bliss, is what they try to tell you anyway.
Best regards.
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