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Every baby grows like a doll
every year we put another layer on
until we could not grow
Then our mind would start to grow
those invisible layers called mature
Memories could peel layers off
and try to go back to naive stage
We are playing with each other all the time
and try to exchange layers of trust
or protect the inner most vulnerable ones
who still hold dearly the happiness to the heart
regardless the difficulties around us
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