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They were strong when we were weak and that was all it took for them to shatter the obsidian

we held some kind of home inside

Complete, absolute, a display so pathetic; when we hit our knees and begged our lives,

they simply slit our throats

The truth was that your dirty pies were set in stone so long ago,

And if I trace these crooked steps I'll find an even bigger mess that

You. Won't. Pick. Up

And I can recall:

Caving in

And breaking down

And giving up

And giving them

What they wanted, but as soon as I started getting used to the pain...

The science of the solitude is of utmost importance

Living for your own is as selfless as can be

Living that disfiguration again, and again, and again, and again

They can do without that

Cradled by unyielding arms

Opened with untainted hands

All enticed by the embracing tides

All these fault lines