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Nov 2014
I'm tired
I'm torn
I'm broken
I'm worn out
I'm shattered into pieces

And for what?

For being kind
For showing compassion
For forgiving
For choosing to be selfless when a part of me didn't want

I didn't want much
I didn't ask anything in return!

And that's exactly what I got
Nothing.
It is no wonder that men choose to be bad.

Because in a world like this
being bad is easier than being good
Jedidiah
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   Bridget, Luna, --- and Marge Redelicia
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