The Truth of It All

You had so much hope,
You believed,
And when you asked,
They gave.

Your requests, your wishes,
Your wildest dreams,
Was a dream no more,
For you have them to thank.

But the miser within
everyone else sprouted,
bloomed, blossomed,
spread, developed, infected.

There is no such thing as kind people,
Only kind souls.

You had so much hope,
And still do, but
Now you rely on no one but yourself.

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The Truth of It All

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