_We commit indiscretions, and omit our sins from sight,
in a world of intangibles, too many things seem right
No hand to scribe of sinking sickness I have seen,
no face to judge until you've been the monster I have been,
to hunger is noble, where beauty is silent sleep,
my hunger is noble, but my pain is driven deep._
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_Your cruelty and consequence cannot eliminate this relevance
Your selfishness, your hatefulness cannot take away my
innocence from me_