Blank Slate

When I woke up,
I knew nothing.
I was a blank slate;
Pure and innocent.
I did my best to learn, sure I understood;
But I was called naive,
I was an amateur in this game;
The treacherous game;
Filled with betrayal and hurt, yet with its beautiful moments.
Now I am a savant,
And I don't want to be.
I want to go back,
To the days that I knew nothing,
To the days when I didn't have to turn a blind eye.
To the blatant unfaithfulness.
I would give anything,
To turn back the clock,
To arrive back to my pure state.
Now I am spoiled. wishing I could go back.
But I know I can't.

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