Now


I used to think that fairies were real,
but now I know they are a figment of my imagination.
I used to think that the world was full of peace,
but now I know not everyone gets along.
I used to think that leaves would always glow green,
but now I know their colors fade.
I used to think that beauty was on the outside,
but now I know it blooms from within.
I used to think that people stayed forever,
but now I know sometimes they have to go.
I used to think that things would stay the same,
but now I know some things change.

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