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It was a beautiful summer day.

Birds chirping, flowers drying in the heat

And she was asleep, thriving.

Dreaming, she felt alive and young.

In reality, her life was coming undone.

She just wanted to go back.

To get back what she’d lost, what she didn’t have.

To never forget this feeling of being born again.

She laughs uncontrollably.

And wipes the tears from her eyes.

She smiles at her moist fingertips.

It was a novelty, a first.

The tears that left her eyes were because of mirth.

She couldn’t remember last when

She’d laughed without any restraint.

She never did anymore.

There was always too much going on.

Her mind always far from empty.

She was sure it was a habit.

She couldn’t seem to stop thinking

Academics, world peace, global warming.

Never more the bliss of ignorance

Bliss was a measure of incompetence

In this newly vicious world.

Always watching their backs.

Competition at every corner

Fighting for everything from breathing space

The new adults come to the front

All ready, trained to bear the brunt

Of the foundation set before

Of working, living life, getting bored.

It’s the new in thing.