disoriented
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we are given glasses at the beginning of childhood.
we are given infinite supply of:
laughter.
gifts.
smiles.
once the glasses break we are exposed to reality.
infinite supply of:
hatred.
Tears set in blood on a child's face,
A child betrayed by older men,
Dissolve with a blush of embarrassed shame,
As five long years of silence begin.
Confused hands tremble in a disoriented state,