so insignificant..
waiting to be welcomed by the rising sun,
      though even he turns his head.
i cannot recall--
   what i did to deserve this,
     when i asked for so much hate...
now i implore myself,
 not to give up on me,
  for i am all i have--
though even she wishes to abandon me.
i sit on the cold concrete..
    begging for answers,
      things i don't want to hear..
my internal scars burn firy red,
         she comes trying to disect my feelings,
           telling me that i am wrong...
i know i have changed,
  i'm not her anymore..
    though there's no running...
she'll always get me--
      my monster;
        my past.


       

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Well done as wel..usual, and I empathize..my life hasn't been peachy keen
either, although it's better than some

life is just another gauntlet we run through to prove ourselves strong 
to the divine. it is slightly sadistic, though its something we all 
must conquer... it all happens for a purpose.....

I wouldn't go as far as to say it's sadistic-- I view it as "tasting the
bitter, in order to know to prize the good."

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