Ode To Innocence
Dear child,
You're so mean and unresponsive. You play alone and don't like to share.You won't even speak to the other kids, sometimes we forget you're even there. Oh, child, I've seen you playing with ink and writing words against the walls. You're not a bad child, not all. You just know that things need to be written somewhere, even if there's no paper or pencil. Child, so innocent and pure. You're so mean and unresponsive. You're always alone and you don't like to share. They feared that you'd grow with no communication skills, no heart or care. Oh, child, but look at you now, at the top of your game. Communicating to millions of readers across the globe, New York Times' Bestsellers, they behold. Oh, child, don't worry what they say, because I know for certain that you'll break through in the best way.
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