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Endangered

  • Writer: Ghosty
    Ghosty
  • Apr 7, 2019
  • 1 min read

Innocence

Purity

Fragile

Protected

Hope

Crushed under the foot of

He, who does not care

He, who leaves scars behind

He, who walks on

He, who doesn't look back

He, who focuses only on his pleasure, his goal

He, who does not cry for the trillium left dying in his wake


But I do.

 
 
 

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