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Sleep.
Those little slices of death.
How I loathe them.
- Edgar Allan Poe


niin se aurinko taas nousi... on se kylläihmeellinen asia miten uni voi noin vain kadota... mihin se sitten menee, en tiedä... jäiköhän tuo vastakkaisen talon setä ottamaan aurinkoa? siellä se istuu, ryppyinen iho paistuen... inhottava ajatus...

miksi nykyään lasten pitäisi aikuistua niin nopeati... ajatus joka ei miellytä minua yhtään...


Have you seen my childhood?
I'm searching for the world that I come from
'Cause I've been looking around
In the lost and found of my heart
No one understands me
They view it as such strange eccentricities
'Cause I keep kidding around
Like a child, but pardon me...

People say I'm not okay
'Cause I love such elementary things
It's been my fate to compensate, for the childhood
I've never known...

Have you seen my childhood?
I'm searching for that wonder in my youth
Like pirates and adventurous dreams
Of conquest and kings on the throne...

Before you judge me, try hard to love me
Look within your heart then ask
Have you seen my childhood?...

People say I'm strange that way
'Cause I love such elementary things
It's been my fate to compensate, for the childhood
I've never known...

Have you seen my childhood?
I'm searching for that wonder in my youth
Like fantastical stories to share
The dreams I would dare, watch me fly...

Before you judge me, try hard to love me
The painful youth I've had...

Have you seen my childhood?...

- Michael Jackson "Childhood"