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We dream of a world where purity can be found in humanity.
But purity sits on a golden throne,
Untouched by man and monster.
The dreamers see this throne and cry.
Why do you weep?
Oh our Queen, you are our aspiration,
The gold for our children
The desire of earth.
Purity laughs
I am a goal
Unobtainable by nature
Wanted by all
But if I let you touch me
All will be scorned.
I would be tarnished,
The world dark.
The meeting place
Of humanity and purity
Is thought to be the most nightmarish kind of art.
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"You are too good for this world, but there are thousands of others like you and like them, you will be strengthened with time."
Annalee Moretti was the type of naive that loved despite getting little back, and loved with more of herself than there was to offer. An optimist in an ultimately pessimistic little town.