Dedication

At the heart of dedication lies
The innocent hope of love
Fulfilled;
The antithesis of unrequited
Care and the deformed truths
That conform the soul till it is
No more; a shadow dancing
In a room of nothingness.
By nature I must dedicate my
Past to myself, by nurture I
Must dedicate my past to my
Parents in whose care I grew
To understand the world with
All its wonder and potential,
Only to realize that the grandeur
Of such a society suffocates beneath
A pile of
cynicism and
hypocrisies,
And by common sense I dedicate
The past to the individuals who
Fill the void that is my malnourished soul.
Every enriching encounter,
Every tantalizing thought,
Every sardonic sorrow,
Every undeserved joy,
Are as much part of me as the people
Who created these children of decadence.
This is my past,
This is my deepest sorrow and my
Greatest joy; an understand that
salvation is
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