Secret Children
I sometimes feel sad that I was always dismissed.
As being limitless.
They said that I was choosing to be confused.
So when a new generation came that for help is pursued-
I can’t help but wonder when that window in time passed by.
When it became too late for possibilities of my future to be revived.
Please take care of these children that I used to be.
Or else the cycle of hopelessness will continue if the old generation does not plead.
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