When I was a kid I would always think about my future and all the great things I would do. My dreams were wild and filled with childlike naivety, but most of all they all felt real; not a hint of doubt in them. As soon as I began growing up I felt as if a new pair of shackles was latched onto me each passing day. And the blissful abstract view of the world that filled my imagination started to melt, materialize... Into the horrendous deformed monstrosity that it always was.
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