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Saint Shh


 

With the innocence of hope,

Comes the maturity of silence.

 

Belief, a prerequisite for the present.

Why does the truth have to hurt?

Eventually we must all come to its face.

 

But youth is the time to procrastinate,

so its best nature take her course,

and who is to say imagination is a lie?

Rather, hope for the future.

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