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Reality of Me

I want to be
fierce and mighty,
always kind,
and sometimes dainty.

I want to be
held and loved,
independent,
but cherished.

I was before,
before we met.
How could I let you
make me forget?

Through your words,
all my pain.
I forgot myself
as I went insane.

Through tears, screams,
blood, all the fight in me too.
I forgot myself,
now can I forget you?

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8 Comments

  1. Nicely penned, my friend.
    I know this feeling all too well.

  2. Hmm… very interesting write indeed. Very well-structured, and the flow is fantastic. Thank you kindly for sharing 🙂

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