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Characters whose naiveness is a form of protest, my beloved. Who know that there are dark things below but refuse to look down. Who will not let you take this last bit of childishness from them. Who are doomed by their unwillingness to acknowledge the darkness. Who everyone knows will be destroyed for holding on to something they could never truly have. Who are playing at normalcy and foolishness to avoid having to face the music.
You may not be a child, may not have ever been a child, will not ever get to be a child. The darkness with taint anything resembling a childhood, no matter how much you shelter yourself. Yet I will love you anyway, and I hope that you can slowly begin to look through your fingers, to remove your hands from your eyes. I hope you learn to acknowledge and deconstruct the darkness, because I love that you will not let the darkness take any more.