Stepping On Hearts

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It was never that my old ways

Of spontaneous deception weren’t serving me

Materially

They could get me whatever I wanted

But sooner or later, the rip tide comes

Thrusts you onto the ground, face full of sand

The sobs seemed unending

Grief

The force of it all nearly killed me

These poor souls, and who was I to parade

Around, stepping on hearts, carelessly?

I started to want different things

Things I was so unfamiliar with

I almost gave up, gave in to the madness

Almost handed my soul to the devil

Because I thought he deserved it

And I deserved him

But then, I stood up

Sometimes with such vague conviction

That this time, from here on out

I would never let another difficulty

Stop me

I would help

Those who need me

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