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The beginning was clear
Adoration and praise when I was near
You loved me, you loved me
Consistent like seasons of the year
...
The middle remained steady
You enabled me, they hated me
You loved me, you loved me
I was made into this, you see
...
In the end I was destroyed
Your conditional gift like the horse left at Troy
Who loves me? Who loves me?
I'm nobody's boy.
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About the Creator
Caladrius
We are all just trying to find our way in this world. However, in focusing on the simplest things, the way will find us.
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