Innocence

Innocent. I used to be able to call my self this. Used to be innocent and naive. Now i know too much. I've seen and felt so much pain. When I lay my head down at night, that's all I can think about. All the pain has clouded my judgement. I can't sleep, I can't rest. All I think of is the pain. Mine. I embrace it.





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