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The Price of Innocence and Inexperience
Of the world I know not
And do I want to know?
Not because of fear extroverted
But of fear of my own self
What awaits my call
When need calls to courage
An answer I have not
I must be the prisoner,
the servant, of time
I fear I shall be ashamed
And find I was never
The person I am
and have not the soul
To ever be
Would I live as I do
If I comprehended
As I should?
Could I even bear it?
I am terrified I am weak
And don't see it clearly
Or that I am strong
And I left duties undone
Copyright ©
Misty Hunter
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