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When do we truly lose our innocence?
Do we lose it when we hear our first bad word?
When we speak not so nice words about a not so nice person?
When the line between wrong and right, good and evil,
Becomes more and more grey?
Or do we lose it at a certain age?
A number that marks the expiration date of your safety net.
At eighteen, when you are now considered an adult and innocence becomes ignorance,
Or nine, when all the evils in the world can only appear as the monsters under your bed coming out to get you again.
Maybe, perhaps, our innocence is lost when our brain can no longer filter out the worst of the world. And shield our eyes from the darkness that lurks.
When we are forced to learn and memorize the fact that we are sometimes never truly safe.
When the stress becomes too much and we can’t be bothered to hold the goodness in our hearts.
That everyone is a potential victim, whose monster is taking their sweet time coming out from under the bed. Then we get older and start to learn about the monster some more, how to subdue it’s wrath, to hold on for a little longer or forever
Or, maybe,
It’s lost when we start to become the monster under our bed.