That inner child? He
Was smothered with a pillow;
He died years ago.
Who killed him? They? Me?
An I would be too active
For such brutal work.
That's how an old soul
Gets started. A young soul gets
Strangled in childhood
While being adult
Enough to know nobody
Will listen to him.
In his fragile pain
A soul older than parents
Is lonely indeed.
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