Criticism

Nobody wants to hear it. You

Forget that pain is easy

We all have some. These tongue-

daggers will find no

Pure enemy. Only those

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Who, like you

Are searching. Do any of us

Deserve what we are given?

Maybe life is simply

A long sunset after

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The morning of youth

The firesun of destiny

Come to boil an afternoon

In the tears of yesterday.

It is good, then

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Eventually, that

Everyone stops talking