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If you don't learn to write your own story, someone else will write it for you

1 poem·Since November 2017
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Be a Man

November 3, 2017

I must hold her together

Her seams burst 

She cuts the threads herself 

Twisted and broken inside she lash out 

She cuts me one-thousand cuts with an unseeable edge 

I am a man

Her words cannot hurt me

I must save her

Her words cannot hurt

I cannot abandon her

Her words cannot hurt

I want her to be happy

Her words break me

I must be weak 

She draw me into the old cold darkness

Misery has found its mate

 

 

 

 

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