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It is new
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It shines
It spins
And flashes
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Blue
Purple
Pink
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It plays
Music
And it dances
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They gather to watch
They rush to the edge of the stage �
Screaming
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Encore
Encore
Encore
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It was beautiful
Pure and soft
White as flame
Fresh and sweet
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They ran their fingers down its side
Greasy trails left behind
Impossible to wash out
Slowly the song
Skips and wavers
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Its stained
And shivering
And crying
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It was new
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It was young
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Trudging through the mud and bones
It walks into the belly of the man
It didn�t know any better
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It didn�t know anything

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It was pure
And they needed to taste it
Feel it
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Break it
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It is freshly rotten
Discarded and forgotten
Accompanied only by the maggots and hands that lingered so long they stuck
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The voices that screamed so loud they still ring
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So dark
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It shines
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A tale as old as the arch
It coughed out its last hurrah
Throat full of waste
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It wonders
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Was it ever truly beautiful
Or was it simply
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Just
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New

Written by Nixprty

Published 27th Sep 2024

Author's Note

I cannot think of the boy I used to be, for I know he would not be able to see me. I cannot bear the thought that he exists in the minds of others but I cannot find him to save my life. I�ve looked in every gutter and ditch, but all I find are worms and needles. So I cling to the idea of original sin, so that I do not have to bear the burden of knowing just how ruined and stained I�ve become. I fool myself into believing I was born of mud and scabs, that these scars were the result of some force beyond which I can comprehend; but in truth, I am simply a causality to the ever losing battle of youthful innocence against a world made of solid rock.

#abuse #childhood

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