come on
you can do it
you've always have
and what have i ever done which was that bad?
strike a cane, receive an arrow,
touch a flame and burn in the fire
stop hurting me please
stop taking it please.
it's mine.
it's all i have
rather the ant than the garden
rather the snake then the forest
rather the page then the whole book
pieces never back together
never makes something whole
might as well be blown away
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