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    Torn, I am.
    Between the clean sheets of youth
    and the stained ones of adulthood.
    The purity, the innocence of a child
    no longer shadows over me
    like a bad spell, a rain-filled cloud.
    Or that's how it once seemed to me.
    We are never happy with who we are.

    Even now, the world of evil seems
    so far away.
    A distant ship sailing. Sailing
    closer each day.
    Some manage to stay on board.
    Untouched, uncorrupted
    by the cannons, the obstacles to happiness.
    Others, most likely me, will sink.
    Never to be recovered.
    Lost at sea.

    This is why growing up scares me so.
    It's the uncertainty,
    the unknown.
    Childhood - A bed of clouds.
    I was protected,
    wrapped up in innocence and purity.
    Now, the cocoon of childhood is tearing open
    and like a butterfly,
    I must fly free.



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    It's a decent first attempt - nice and simple. Too many full-stops though, you arguably don't need many, if any at all, in a poem. A pleasant portrayal of adolescence overall, I would say.
 
 
 
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