Resistance Poetry
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Resistance Poetry

The Good Die Young


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I searched my heart to tell you nothing but the truth.

I searched for words of wisdom, but nothing rang true.

I listened to your concepts — I listened through and through.

But I couldn’t help you — not even with the truth.

Sometimes you were relentless on the path to self-destruct.




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