Who was I before the bloodshed
before the stabs in the back and the ugliness
before the hopes now dead?
Who was I before the dividing chasm
before things became as they were not
before the confusion and clouds
Who was I before disillusionment
before the dimming sparkle in the my eyes
before the fear that replaces innocence
Who am I, now?
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