Now, I Know.

What I didn't know then,

I finally do now.

Though maybe:

I was better off not knowing.

Innocence is the worst thing to steal,

And once it is gone,

There is no chance of it coming back.

I didn't know.

Like kindergarten,

My heart was filled with trust.

It never even crossed my mind.

I was happy.




Came crashing down all around me.



Now, I know.

But I still don't fully understand.

For knowing and understanding, 

I have found to be two completely different things.



The End

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