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In the bright days
Of stolen Joy
And the Peach-hued agony
Of what really is

I walked alone
Thinking she would come
Hoping that my faith in people
Would finally be rewarded

That the risk of falling
Was worth the risk of being saved
To overlook and be deaf
To the signs and words around me

As I willfully gouged my eyes
To achieve this blindness
Only to see clearer
The truth I thought I could avoid

Certain of what I felt
Ready to trust in honesty
The raw fuel of my downfall
Mocking me relentlessly

My love wasn't a mistake
But my trust was...