#0083. My innocence is no secret. I am the startled pup. I am the wounded fawn. I am apart and separate in my naivete. The world laps at my soul. It degrades and demoralizes me. I never grew up. I never came of age. I am a mewling orphan. I am not fit to survive, here. I see the little things ground up and terrorized and I cannot stand up in its face. The Giant howls at the edge of space and it shakes me to my core. The adults are playing dress up. I want them to wither and melt away.
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