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The Oblivious Child

I don't want to grow up.

By Ella CostelloPublished 9 years ago 1 min read

Wake up. Yawn, stretch, breathe. Shower, get clothed.Turn on the phone. Straight to Facebook.The News is all over my timeline. 'Kindergarten burned down over night'Break. Tears filling up my face, I can't hold it in.My childhood, burnt down in a matter of hours. Memories filling up my brain, I need to remember. I need to remember everything. Because now I have no chance of going back to relive it. It's dead.I knew nothing of hurt and heartbreak. Of terror or oppression.I want to feel oblivious and unknowing once again.Please take me back in time.

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Ella Costello

A 19-year old confused human child trying to find my way through this thing we call life

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    Written by Ella Costello