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There was a boy who was pure
As pure as snow
As pure as white
He was innocence personified
Yet he was the one taking the hits
The one who was blamed for existing
The one they called the false god
As pure as he was, he simply smiled at the remarks the parasites made
And I was there, an observer of this sad story
Wearing gloves so as not to disturb his world
I wanted to touch him, I wanted to share his thoughts
Could I really afford that?
A day
He invites me there
An acceptance
I take off my glove, frightened but filled with anticipation
He was a pure boy
Pure as snow
Pure as white
But he ended up under corruption
Leaving behind memories that only my eyes can recall
The color white is truly cruel