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I wish I was young. Younger than even a teenager. Freckled and sunburnt, nose level with the countertops of my house. Small enough to fit into all the best hiding spots and the warmest corners. See, I cared about nothing when I was young, I stressed for nothing and had no reason to- because the world had me nestled nicely in its arms. A world full of wonders I could never even hope to understand. I was happy in my ignorance- but the world demanded I know all the disappointing answers. I wish I could go back to that world of pretending- the world that was never real. I did not want to see behind the curtain. All I want- all I’ve ever wanted- is to be free from the burden of the harsh and biting world of adults- of the old. When I was young I lived for joys the world gave me. What do I live for now? I will tell you- nothing. I live for one purpose, and that is to die. I will die, and those who loved me will survive and live on to die their own deaths because that's what we all come to. Death. I cannot be free in this withered, rotten corpse I drag around with me- at least not on earth. The young will not understand, but the old will consult their educated minds and solemnly agree that death is the only freedom for us.