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CHILD


As a child I was depending on others
There was trust and nothing that bothers
Childish happiness and living every moment
I was myself, there was no other component

I felt safe wherever I was
I did not care who was the boss
I was myself regardless who I met
I enjoyed the most and there was no regret

The innocence of the child is a blessing
To grow up in the western system is depressing
We are cut of from the very life source
Comprehending the child, is the true force




Bunden vers av Boine Alvastral Josefsson
Läst 308 gånger och applåderad av 2 personer
Publicerad 2018-06-24 22:34



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