Fight
Sick of the fight
Tired of the light cast upon me.
So many questions, such a web, such a mystery.
I lay torn open for all to see...
Picking like ravenous vultures at me.
Go ahead and do it, I've got nothing for you.
Pick away, do it, go ahead and chew.
You'll find nothing but truth,
shining and free.
And in the end there will Just.Be. Me
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