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Innocence

  • Writer: paris janai
    paris janai
  • Apr 2, 2020
  • 1 min read

i remember when my innocence wasn’t so innocent.

i remember allowing somebody to drop their burdens and demons off within me as if i was an open daycare during a heavy shift.

i was young... and innocent..

i was vulnerable... and innocent..

i was dumb, yet innocent.

basically i was innocent, with no sense.

no sense, because what if? what if my young innocent self had a young innocent infant with no cents or no change. yet i wanted to change.

i was stripped from my innocence by being clothes-less.


make it make sense.

ree

 
 
 

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