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God take away my intelligence



Give me back those times when
There were things I did and didn’t
Stay in the sun and climb a tree
Have enough money for peppermint

Give me back those times when
Feelings didn’t have words or voice
Laughter couldn’t contain happiness
Weeping was just another noise

Give me back those times when
We could hold hands for hours set
Never once did we ask
Why the girls’ hands were always wet

Give me back those times when
I could do things because I didn’t think
If this felt wrong or right
My decisions in eyes’ blink

Not once did I know
I wont have these when I grow
The tide of age will bury me deep
And my innocence will go to sleep

Never knew the stages of love
Holding her doesn’t mean u can kiss her now
You are afraid that she might know
She is scared, you might leave and go

All these years that I have grown
I’ve left behind parts of my own
All of that now makes so much sense
Intelligence is a loss of innocence

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