Growing up slow

I am a child
I never really grew up
Games and fairy tales and magical dreams
I took love where I stumbled into it
And ran away from all the things
That hurt or didn’t pan out

But sometimes people die
Young innocent people die in messy ugly ways
People can be immensely cruel
And our hearts can crave the things
That break us

I don’t know how to grow up
I don’t know how to grow big enough
To encompass my reality

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