A twisted, chaotic mentality,
formed so delicately,
like the petals of a dried-up rose.
Where does this mentality come from?
Is it already formed,
then grows stronger,
like an aged wine?
Is it formed from a childhood,
that was shattered by abuse?
Does it come from one too many broken hearts,
or one too many beers?
Whys is it the ones that need help the most,
are the social outcasts with the biggest hearts?
Is this where the mentality comes from?
Or is it a curse,
sent down by the one
Christians call "God,"
to mark those who are to be damned?
If that is the case,
then how many times must one of the "damned",
save another willingly,
so they can save themselves?
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