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Ongoing, First published Jul 26, 2021
Mature
Innocence, so pure and so addictive. Men crave innocence they love it for some reason. Which just makes me realized how fucked up the world is. Innocence is the opposite of what I am. Hell I'm as fucked up as the world is and there is no fixing and no cure for that. What I wish to be in invent? Fuck no! Why would I live in a lie? I am darkness, all that is negative. I can't love myself....I am not a white beautiful rose, I'm the shadow. 

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I made this poem that I think is exactly what the main character feels. I do not wish for the poem to be copied. I made it I own it. I mean it could be a bad poem but nonetheless is my bad poem. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED!!!
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Innocence is what most men crave 
It is what most desire
Innocence as delicate as a fresh white rose
For I, it was darkness that is engraved 
So while I grew darker 
She was the one admired 
For, a white rose was the most beautiful thing seen 
It's bright color brought smiles
It's delicacy was an addiction 
For, darkness it was the most horrid
It's dark color represents the secrets of the night
It's nothingness was void
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