End of Innocense

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New steer,

New me.

Thoughs clear,

Now I see.

 

Now I'm older,

Epiphanies never end

Now I'm wiser,

My experiences can defend

 

No longer naive

No longer pure

There is no relief

There is no cure

 

 

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