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Dec 2009
There’s a world
I once knew
Where all you had to do
Was believe,
Be pure, be true
To yourself and others
And the world
Will return the favour.
It will reveal
All its beauty,
Innocence,
And majestic light.
This world has a name
And it’s called Naive.

I opened my eyes
To find a world that is
Polluted with garbage,
Foul smelling
Toxic.
Give the world love and kindness
And it will give you hate and spite.
Be pure, be true
And the world will be corrupt,
It will use you
Until you have nothing left to give
And you become
Just as tainted as them.
Written by
Marisa
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