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Children Are The Brightest Treasures We Bring Forth Into This World, But Too Large A Percentage Of The Population Continues To Treat Them As Inconveniences And Nuisances, When They're Not Treating Them As Possessions Or Toys.

In The Dark Attics Of Our Minds, All Times Mingle.

But That's What We All Are-just Stories. We Only Exist By How People Remember Us, By The Stories We Make Of Our Lives. Without The Stories, We'd Just Fade Away.

I Believe In A Different Kind Of Magic. The Kind We Make Between Each Other.

I Always Feel That There Is A Curtain, You Know, That If I Could Just Peek Behind The Curtain I'd See How The World Really Works. And Since I Haven't Had It I Have To Write About It Instead.