1,2,3....

 
                    1
Innocents is so easy,
not the ending of a soul.
Maturity is such a doozy
but ambiguous without goals.
                   2
Time will take you there
if ever you were unsure.
don't envy what is unfair
as soon you'll be mature.
                   3
Jaded beyond death
unsure of what was sent.
A poem for the blessed
because you are innocent.

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