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The Land of Make Believe
My Dearest Wendy,
Wouldn’t it be great?
To live life as it once was?
Without worry. Without regret.
Without the troubles that cause us so much pain.
To live like Peter Pan
And the other Lost Boys.
To fly off
To the Neverland.
To forget the world as it is,
And live in the world of adventure.
We could’ve had that, you know.
But because of the fear we learned growing up, I doubt it’s even even possible now.
From your Lost Boy,
The Child Who Never Grew Up, age 18
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