Do we ever truly grow,
Out of knights in shining armour?
Or do we ever leave behind,
The monsters in the closet?
When do we reach the age,
Where faeries just a figment?
Have we lost our hope,
That someone will come to save us?
Or do we lock ourselves in towers,
Hoping that no one cares to look?
Too scared to show ourselves,
Afraid to be seen for monsters that we are?
Too old for faerie tales?
...I truly think not...
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that's neat. true, too
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