I was bred good.
Talk good.
Do good.
Walk good.
Then somehow,
I wandered off,
Got lost,
Almost, astray.
I ignored the light,
To take me home.
As if I was freed.
Almost thought,
I can never be good.
Can never do good.
Can never walk good.
Sometimes, I thought,
I don't wanna be good.
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