How long has it been buried?
The sadness, sorrow, soreness
Indignation and resentment
Swelling around a beating heart
You spend all your time lost
All your time blaming yourself
Apologizing to your art vainly
It cannot betray you, or you it
Shackles can only be given to you
Others will give them, forcefully
Believe me, they will not waver
Seeing your wonder will inspire many
But will terrify the rest into violence
“It’s not your fault”
My god. She says it to me so acutely
I am not to blame and cannot anymore
“They did this to you”
Tears well up from inside my chest
Soaking through and crumbling its walls
Yes, yes. Yes.


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