You can't see the purity in your eyes.
But I can feel it,
clinging to your soul.
Forgotten relics of a happy childhood.
Lost in the memories of your transgressions.
Hidden,
But I know it's their.
Still enduring through the muck you've
faced these Seventeen years.
Still intact through everything that has ripped you apart,
restrained to help you grow.
intemerate
I see you.
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