Out of the Abyss
Out of the Abyss
Grow up or you float
on the rocky waters filled with lies.
Young and naive,
when all you know is your enemy's words
and your demon's fists.
I remember you told me
that I was born from the abyss of ugly creatures.
But now I know those very words
were born from the abyss of hate and pain.
No longer will I
suffer blows from whips made of words.
I will instead
embrace the warm glow of self-love.
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