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My Verse versus Me
There's something about you...
Victims: victims get hurt
lay down and suffer in silence
or get victimised again
Survivors get up and beat the
death away with their severed limbs.
But you
You stand there, with a smile
as wide as a wound
and tell me to stop surviving,
and start living...
Time and experience have clipped my love's wings
As a devolved version of my emotions crawls to you,
I hope you can accept this mediocre example
of what I used to be.
If I was given to fly, then I may, again.
But please, accept his grounded me
even though it's
subtractive,
tactless,
less...
As you walk barefoot inside
yourself
I hope you cut
Yourself
Just so I can see the bandage and know:
there are still shards of me inside of
you.
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