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My youth,

Time of delight

Ruined by my own hand.

Now only affliction,

A response to needless departure.

A judgment of regret.

Blissful innocence

I wished to maintain.

But a darkness,

A melancholy ached to be free

Often I turned to friends,

Only to be let down.

Detachment became the solution.

Isolation.

A relentless battle fought

In mind,

In body,

In soul.

With time madness set in.

The battle was lost.

Time came to a stand still

Only one question was left