Have you ever wished you were something you're not?
I kind of wish I was one of those oblivious, sheltered kids with over-protective parents. A kid who is still so immature. One that isn't hard or rude and is always polite and kind to others. A kid with a curfew, supper made every night and parents who are still together.
Maybe it's asking too much, but then again I've only ever known what it's like to be forced to mature on your own.
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