As a child, a loss of something vague ever felt I
The first time I could recollect its hidden existence, its shadow gnaws inside me, never did die
Ever since and now, young innocent soul; bereft I was of what I could not tell or know;
Though young and immature in suspicion, yet the persisting evil ever dwelling; never left or let go
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Write comment. Such a nice poem, Nero. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks