stolen | poem

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im sorry that they have robbed you
of your innocence
that they have stripped your childhood away
but my consolation
and my condolences
will do nothing
to replace the tear stains
and the brutality
that you have experienced.
from the day you were born
you were forced to grow faster
and you would never wish it
on your enemies
even the ones
who took your childlike spirit
in the first place
-n.c

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