Hope is like a road in the country; there was never a road, but when many people walk on it, the road comes into existence.
Were countless hours of pity like a blanket
that covered up the daylight from your soul?
As young as I was, I felt older back then;
more disciplined, stronger and certain.
I was saved by grace but destroyed by naivety
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