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When we were kids, things were simpler.
Be it our first steps or our first strokes on a paper or our first ride on a bicycle, there was always someone who had our back. If we happened to stumble, someone lent a hand. If our strokes were bent, someone taught us how to do it right. If we fell off the bike, someone picked us up and wiped our tears.
So we were not afraid to fall. We were not afraid to fail.
Our smiles were simpler.
Our words were easy.
Our eyes glimmered with hope.
If, back then, someone had told us we’d fly if we jump down the terrace, we’d have gladly done that, for we knew no fear.
When we were tucked into our blankets and whispered fairy tales, we believed they were true.
We grew up.
Smiles were no longer simple. They hid a…
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