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i stood on the cliff looking out.  The sun was setting under the ocean, like the scene from Blue Lagoon.  You could almost hear the sun hiss as it touched the cool water.  The moon was starting to rise behind me, it would soon be her turn to light up the sky.  i sat down, letting my feet dangle from the cliff, just looking out.  i wasn't sure anymore.  Nothing seemed to make sense to me, i was always in a state of confusion.  My world wasn't what it used to be.  i used to be happy, i could remember times when i used to smile and look up for no reason.  Now i never smiled.  i was told not to smile if i had no reason to do it, and i didn't have any reasons, so i never smiled.  i laid my head back, on a small patch of grass, and stared into the sky, which was starting to fill with tiny stars all over.  'It's a beautiful night,' i though to myself.  Tracing the Big Dipper with my finger, like i used to do as a child.  Remembering the good times that i used to have running, playing, going to school, and catching fire flies in jars.  Of course, these were times i could never go back to again.  Times of innocence and purity, not knowing of the corruption and heartache of this damned world.  Times when your biggest worry was getting your times tables done in time to watch your favorite cartoon, or hoping that it would snow on Christmas.  Times that will never be as they once were.  i remembered these times, looked up to the sky and smiled.  A tear running down my cheek, i walked back inside, getting out of the cold October air.