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The myth was a good one

I was so much happier not knowing

I could have gone without knowing

Your troubles, your thoughts

The mushiness and softness of your constitution

They all leave me despondent

I cry for I wish I didn’t know

The myth was a good one

I could have been happy thinking it was all real

Now the veil has been pierced

And I am disappointed in you

I wanted to be proud

But your fears are too strong

Your mind has been boxed in

and boxed up

There is no give

Only pull

I’m sorry to say

I am just letting you go

The wind may knock you down

Hope you find your way back up

When you are ready to fight

Find me

And I will be there

 

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