There isn't anything left
or anything less, of whatever
it was I need to do. But
there never was. My whole life,
to this point, has as far as I know
been good and true. Gratuitously
so. I know at some core
that I really needn't have even been.
I don't feel diminished
by knowing this. My innocence
is some kind of sin.
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