I miss the world I thought I lived in. I new it wasn’t pure. I thought it mainly good intentioned. Of a trajectory, I was sure. I miss the world I thought I lived in. I am so scared now of the truth. I had such hopes for progress. I miss the innocence of my youth. I believed that good would prosper, Even if it had to fight. I have always sworn off politics, But, oh my word, this is not right.
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