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Dec 2017
You all are a gift, so gentle and pure.
For those of you left it’s a wonder you endure.
For those of you new to this disasterous world,
Nothing can prepare you for the pain that’s ensured.
Some lucky few will have mentors to help,
But others not so will have to learn for themselves.
I give you warning and word from the wise,
This world isn’t meant for us, but we still have to try.
We will be hurt, prosecuted, rejected;
The world will throw at us it’s worst of intentions.
No matter how hard it may be or may seem,
Remember one day coming this pain is redeemed.
It may not be soon, but never give in
Sometime eventual your heart finally wins.
The trials are hard, the tribulations worse,
But everything has Reason, just keep to your course.
I promise you all, those young and those old,
Your time will come, though it might not seem so.
You do not fight a lost battle, keep hold
You will get through this, believe me, I know.
You will find peace you’ve longed eventually
And when that time comes, help the others to see.
Jacob Smith
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Jacob Smith  18/M/Kentucky
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