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Whose Fault

My eyes are guarded from all the horror you saw.
You protect me from the big, bad world.
I was to young to know
what was...
I was too childish to understand physics and math and truth,
too young to understand war and reality and chaos,
too naive to understand love and sex and orgasms.
Now that you are too old to fix all your problems,
can I rescue you?

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