Dawn often finds me,
grieving in solitude
for no one still lives,
with whom I dare share
the truth of my heart....
secrets and betrayals,
life is full of them
To find eternal joy,
is a pleasure rare..
why is it so hard to trust
why emotions are in a mist
wen i try to face my demons
why is it hard to find faith
i do wish i was a child again
free of any malice
and full of innocence
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