| Resisting Shattering my senses, disrupting my path, the force tore into me. It ejected my old truths, it trampled my things. Nothing would ever return, nothing is all I see. I'm sitting on a pole, I might fall off, I might just balance, but I'm blinding my eyes, I'm turning off any compassion. What right did you have? Who told you you're God? I don't want you near, your words are clogging my veins. You've come while I'm down-- you meant to destroy me even more, but I refuse to allow it, I will kill myself first. Shut up, get out, your face, your hair-- They're what's wrong with me, they echo in my brain, even when you leave. |
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