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you go on with life trusting again and again,
be it friends, lovers, or any aquaintance in general.
and the cause of this trust is the hope that perhaps,
Just perhaps for one instant in time you will find someone.
Someone like yourself, as innocent as yourself,
Someone that will love you as freely as you are willing to love them.
And you go on being burned, once, twice, even thrice.
How many more do you have to persist to reach gold?
It seeems you can almost predict people now.
The the hypocrisy, it will come out soon enough.
When they need something, they convince you they are gold.
And as you drop out of the need, the gold scrapes off.
And what is left is a black, solid, ball of carbon.
Dirty, unemotional, it pulls things to it.
And covers them in its dark kisses.
Blackening what was once pure.
Your innocence seems to have no place here.
Moments of realization, such as the one now.
Where you realize he does not value as you value him.
And she does not think of you as much as you think of her.
Are moments of death for the soul.
For instances such as these, that exist in life.
Spawn like the devil, emotions and feelings that should never exist.
Insecurities, mis-trust, and self loathing, a terrible thing to be unwanted.
A terrible thing to feel alone, to feel infinitely unique.
To think that the love you have to give will never be replentished.
Because yours is a selfless one, and theirs is not.
Your wonder if you were raised in a unique way, and perhaps you were.
Or perhaps your soul has foregone many more lives than most.
And your psyche is closer to that of god, and there is only one god.
But you are not as proud as god. You are not as sure as god.
You are just a person with angellic traits in a world demented.
And the innocence that creates your godly nature.
Dies as these moments re-occur.
And god will descend from the heavens at these moments, as he has in the past.
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