Hi,
I think of days when I
believed in the world as a humane
place to be.
Of times I
trusted goodness existed in every
one.
Of true balance I
expected would always,
always.
When I
hoped we’d find love
more important than.
Good
bye,
to that innocent
self.
Good bye,
from a you who watched the world
mourn humanity.
From,
physically here
internally there
you.
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