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A salty fist in my chest.  Please no

explanation, it's your time to be angry

now.  Could I possibly be so selfish as to

take that away?  To compare myself.  I'm

so miserably pathetic and helpless again.

I'm so little lying next to you, in this

cold sweat of mine.  My sympathizing,

however honest, still a belittlement.  I

can't heal a thing.  What god is

responsible?  I can only hold your hand.

Dehydrated, nothing pacified.  you can

disassociate yourself.  Tools of your

trade, survival.  It's the only safe place

left anymore.  But can you tell me, are

you here now?  Is my touch touching you or

that tool of yours?  I've saved all the

debt for you, you're in still in debt,

you've broken wings i've taken on to mend

and right now I'd do the same onto you if

it would change a thing. If I could

cripple your mind again.  if it were my

place.  Grant her the wings, grant her the

gift to cope.  You leave her no choice than

to steal her birthright.  Children don't cry

tears of guilt for the sings of their predators