only the minute and insignificant memories
remain as the only objects
i can firmly grasp onto.
reminding me that deep down,
they remain embedded within
the one i wish would illuminate them.
time clouded and diluted by
something that i have not
come to means with.
the pain of reality
lies not in the
actual confusion,
but in the fact that
it lies within the one
i relied on for infallibility.
how did it ever come to this?
elementally,
how and when will this resolve?
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nice and vague. your bolded message fails to redeem these sentences broken into lines.
Boy decide. You're too old to fuck around and too young to die. Try this trial life on for size. ~Murder by Death
You're one in a million to me too! Guys are lame, eh? (That's my guess on what your poem is about)
The world is a dangerous place, not because of those who do evil, but because of those who look on and do nothing. -Albert Einstein
Thou shalt not be a victim. Thou shalt not be a perpetrator. Above all, thou shalt not be a bystander.