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Everything has its blemishes, we all have our faults.

Ignorance of them can really be bliss, believing otherwise is a lie.

When I was 4 I was ignorant, and boy was it blissful.

Now I've grown, the ignorance is gone, and reality slaps my face.

 

Without the dreams, of what might have been, if things were differently.

The reality, that I face, would be a lot easier to take,

I see the dreams in real life, lived by others around me.

 And all it does, is act as I reminder, for what I do not have, 

 

I wish I had not noticed faults, that I can not change, 

what does it matter, why should it matter, 

And yet, that's why it does.