- When I was younger I saw everything though rose colored glasses. I always had hope. I always cared for even the smallest thing. I believed in that good should always beat the bad. When I grew older I found out that life wasn’t what I thought it was. Every winding twist and turn may lead to the dark matters in life. I slowly grew out of having hope for everyone. The rose colored glasses fell and broke. I was left heartless and uncaring.
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