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But then there are numbers in brackets
And poems, and words, and songs

There are sweet praises
And sordid whispers

Kindness and cruelty
All tumbled in one

Perhaps I should thank you
For robbing me of my insecurities.

I will have nothing to confess
At the time of reckoning

Because in the end
Everything is nothing

I am no fool
I remain in reality

But I cannot ignore
How innocence

Makes everything
Reckless.

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