I feel you
rot,
I see you fall.
I hear you say
I turn away.
I see you retch.
I feel no less.
Though I don’t believe your words.
I understand your pain.
I have felt to many times
The grip of hate and shame.
A smile turns to sorrow.
A spark to flame inside.
Your words are only echoes.
Shadows in your mind.
Though I don’t believe your words,
I understand your pain.
I have felt too many times
The grip of hate and shame.
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