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my sweater unraveled and now im naked. my childhood had been kidnapped and brutally raped. and im stuck here in the middle of goddamn nowhere and i want to recover my childhood in the places i made the memories and i want to kill every bastard that raped it. it makes it even harder when the best part of my childhood wont get help and the other half enjoys slowly killing itself with addiction. and its so hard because its like a train wreck you cant help but watch but one you could have never prevented, and even if you could the conductor and its passengers are so insistent on seeing how fast they can go head on into the wall. and then i realize im twenty and im not ready for this responsibility because i still havnt gotten over the amusement of finger paints and the effect it has on mom dad me. i still have never eaten a real mud pie and i cant remember the last time i danced in the rain because i have grown-up responsibilitys to attend to. and im sad because my childhood consists of a lot of ive nevers and i never thought i was grown up- like really grown up until i noticed how fast my childhood was unraveling.