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Before the " unthinkable"
I was still naive
or was it merely innocent?
and the " unthinkable" was but a shadowy realm ..
And then " it" happened
like a shattering of soap bubbles-
it was a shattering of more, really
and my shadowy realm
became reality;
Stunned at first,
I reeled about for a while
later, I learned to chalk it all up
as experience
my painful maturation
a rude awakening
but, awakening nonetheless.

This poem is about: 
Me

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