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dear child,

pure, sweet child

look at you

your beautiful, iNnocent soul

it shines through yOur crystal eyes

like a ray of sun thaT kisses everything it touches

everyone loves a youth like yours

sometHing so precIous, so cherished

that a mere touch can Not Grasp it

but with a beautiful Blinding youth like yours comes a curse

for when people see this innocence

they wAnt to hold it despite knowing they can't

and some accept this

for they know that if they take what isn't rightfully theirs

that they will tarnish it forever

corrupt the innocence they love

and they will never see it again

so they swallow their priDe and take the fate

yet some cHoke on this pride

it does not slide down their throAts Smoothly

and it stays on tHe forefront of their minds

oh, how they want to hold your youth

take it As their own

this desire will consume them

until there is nothing left to do but to fulfill it

and that they will do by any means they must

they will traP you in a web of friendshiP

forge the connEctions they need

so that you give them your trust

and so they caN wrap you around their finger

you may think you've made a friEnd

but you're Dancing in the jaws of the beast

how long will it take before the beast bites down

tears the Youthful bliss and innocence right out of you

sucks this wonder out of your blood through your skin

until there is nothing but a shell of what you used to be

left for the eyEs to see

and so

the sTorm begins

dear child,

damaged, broken child

look at you

your bruised, shadowed soul

it seeps out of rainy eyes

like clouds that devour the sun

until there is no light left to grasp to

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