Innocence

I don't know that I was ever innocent. Immature, naive, sure, but innocent? At least not in some ways.

i don't remember ever being innocent. i wish i had a moment where it shattered, just so i could be sure it was ever there.

Innoncence is not bliss, as some people might suspect. Innocence is a jail. It traps you with no hope of release. Until knowledge comes. Knowledge is the path to freedom.

Leaving my little shell of nonsocial behavior brought me into a whole world of mind pollution.... I think, ultimately it has been the best possible thing to have happened to me, the shedding of my innocence and my gain of knowledge and experience.

Mother the first to rape me of it