Two and a half weeks have passed,
Since your voice was heard last.
Not much reason to rejoice,
But I have no other choice.
Sometimes I pray, that you’ll suddenly say,
I’ve had enough, I want you back today!
But then I wonder, if you hate me so much,
That there is no chance, of anything as such.
I’m finally being true, at least to myself,
No tricks and no books, on a dusty shelf.
I’m seeing the world, with all its cruel people,
I’m learning to be good, in a self-made steeple.
It is tough to resist the smoke and drinks,
But each day I do, I strengthen the links.
The links of innocence that will never be lost,
No matter how evil makes me pay the cost.
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