Childhood

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Do you miss them? Do you miss your childhood bruises? The scratch on your knee because you fell off your bike or when you hurt your ankle while putting a baby bird back in the nest. Do you miss how innocent those wounds were? I miss them. I miss running in the playground and coming home with sand in my hair
and a scratch on my face because i wanted to keep the small, stray kitten i found.
i miss slipping in the rain and falling into a puddle and crying about how my new shoes were ruined
i laughed a second later when my best friend fell face first as well. I miss how every time i got hurt, it was so innocent and pure. How every fucking time there was something that’d make it better again.
I miss mourning the death of my parrot rather than wishing for myself to die. i miss playing doctors with my dolls believing everything can be cured rather than screaming over someone else pain which cant be cured. i miss putting band aids on my cuts so that they’d heal faster whereas now i make them as deep as i can. I miss when i could cry about broken crayons and not about a broken heart. I miss when an extra chocolate could make my day and here i am throwing up the little bit of food i ate because i don’t fit the society’s view of what “perfect” is. i miss how i was and how life changed me. Now we all are just a bunch of misfits locked up in our rooms nursing the bruises on our hearts and the scars on our minds.