As I lay on the beaten grass,
I think of all the days that passed-
leaving me scarred, broken and indignant,
and timorous of what the future holds.
Once you have crossed the line,
there is no away to turn back,
for these words and thoughts bind;
purity is surely what our souls lack.
I've fallen into despair,
and this burden I must bare.
And though I am still a child,
the naïve decisions of our forefathers must we carry-
'til our last breath and beyond the grave,
and to be bestowed on our progeny.
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