A year ago, I knew no hate,
Nor felt the sting of envious fate,
My heart was pure, my mind at ease,
No thoughts of malice, no thoughts of disease.
But now, how things have changed for me,
For now I know both enmity and enmity,
The ones I despise, and those who loathe,
A new reality, one I've never known.
I've been doing things, living life,
But now I feel a sense of strife,
A twinge of evil, creeping in,
A sense of darkness, under my skin.
I try to shake it off, this sense of ill,
But it lingers on, a force to kill,
I fear what I've become, or what I'll be,
As I navigate this new reality.
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