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We died that summer
Under a sky that spoke of infinite possibilities
We were depleted. 
Not so much that our bodies gave in
But our minds
So full of what if’s and could be’s. 
I suppose that is something like growing up. 
Turning in the joys of youth
For a reality of ups and downs
And little magic. 
But what if we need that magic?
That spark of childhood that pushes us to dream. 
Where do you find the strength
When you realize that you can’t do everything you set your mind to,
When you come to terms with the fact that you’re not eternal,
When you stop wondering what you’ll be when you grow up
And just start praying you will. 
What then?
Where do we go to get back to the innocence of the start?
Or do we just push forward
To see what’s on the other side.