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His heart is beating, bleeding.
His soul is rocked. Jarred open, silently scarred. Sudden realization, Things are no longer so easy, As once he was a child. Young man of nineteen, Thus has dawned a new day. What he dreamed to be fruitful, Has drained him away. He didn't know it could happen, As once he was a child. Lessons learned, not from teaching, But from labor and from fear. Gnarly black eyes seeking, Awaiting the guard down And he never sees it coming, As once he was a child. Inward grows all the vileness, Experienced not before. Deceased smiles of innocence, Moron now to abhor. Immense decision with consequences, But…no longer a child.
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