The world is full of good people,
Yet the good are not always the best,
With rocky pasts, always coming in lasts,
Some more tortured than the rest.
My town is full of good people,
Carbon copied, perfect, all the same,
All dreams aside, their desires they hide,
To stray is to receive the black sheep blame.
You my friend, are good people,
Always made it on your own,
Troubled child, forever wild,
But in loneliness you're not alone.
-B
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