Today, I saw a little girl, walking with her father. She was really pretty, blonde hair in pigtails, pink dress and stuff. She looked up to her father and told him with awe “Daddy, do you know that people used to die in the very old days?” He laughed at her innocence “Really?” She nodded, still looking at him with some kind of worshipping expression. “Poor them, right, daddy?” I can’t remember the last time I felt like that. Completely safe and untouchable by any kind of evil. I can’t remember the last time I thought my family would protect me from anything. Ghosts, demons, whatever it was under my bed. No kind of human deserves to lose that innocence. None of us deserves to know the real world. And the worst part? We wanted it. We wanted to grow up. When all those people told us how good it was to be a child, we didn’t believe them. We looked at them with wide eyes, thinking they would never know. We wanted something without knowing it’s costs. And now, it’s too late. We lost that bliss. Now I can see what they mean, by saying “Innocence is one’s unawareness”. There’s no one to blame but ourselves. We’re all cheaters, liars, fakers. We’re humans. And just like what they say in that movie, we all dream of being a child again. Even the worst of us. Perhaps the worst most of us all.  hybrid(s) who can't dougie

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