Pain is living when you are in love and not loved back.
It's the moment when you grow up.
It's being too old for the monsters in your closet only to rediscover that they are still there and they are people now.
It's the still sore unfamiliar holes between baby teeth and your first kiss.
How everything could be the same but different now.
And some places can't be returned to.
No matter how eager you are to leave them behind,
Or how much later, humbled, you try to get back.
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