Self
June 18, 2014
The old me creeps over my shoulder
Cradles me into existence
It's hard to remain in the light
The bullet wound wasn't healing
Being shot at by someone you loved
But feared
Wasn't an easy cope
The old ways remained silent
Kept me from hurdling
This was the dark territory
The blood grew thick within time
No cover is the best cover
Rise , rise beautiful , rise
You've defeated it before
With confidence
You can do it again
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