17. Innocence

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She was living in a daydream,

Filled with beautiful rainbows and flowers,

With angels singing and shepherds playing,

Children, Hope, Love and Fantasy.


Then she wakes up into a nightmare,

Filled with grey clouds and thorns,

With demons whispering and banshees screaming,

Men, Desire, Hate and Sex


Things are still the same with different perspective.

Minds corrupted with reality,

Maybe we should see the cruel truth at young age,

So we can't be blinded by the sweet truth.


She was the product of ignorance.

She believed everything was meant to be good

But she was wrong

All could she ever ask now was to know the truth much earlier.

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