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Like dark mud flowing down a clear river
her soul courses through my veins.
There is no purity, only the sins
of the life she left behind.
But I helped,
I helped her get out.
I helped her break free. I helped.
She was grateful
and still is grateful
of the new life, clean from dishonest people,
clean from corruption and especially clean
from people that want to hurt her.
She has so much talent, yet no one but
I can recognize it. Why is that?
Why is it that we only see what we
want to see and we are blinded from the fact
that our society is undermining the values that
we try to instill on our youth. Good values,
helpful values.

So as I sit here I can feel her, I can
feel her past life, sins that she committed, sins
that were committed toward her. And I am
sorry. Sorry that I could not have been
there earlier. Sorry that I could not
stop the violence. Sorry that I could not
love her.





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