Cracked egg shells gather at your feet.
You dance as if no one is watching.
You laugh with those who laugh at you.
Still frightened by the dark, but stare death in the eye.
Believing fairy tales and the words of elders.
Jumping for joy as the ice cream man comes around,
And truly sad as Christmas comes to an end.
Still treats each love as a happily ever after.
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