All of my horrors,
All of my stories
Are left with sadness,
Are left with glories,
And everything else
That stands in between
Has never seen
The horrors I’ve seen.
And all of the sadness,
And all of the glories,
Have touched all I had
With one single story
Of hate and disgust,
Of silenced regret,
Of everything else
I still haven’t met.

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