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Aug 2016
You tried and you tried,
Taunted me while I cried.
I've had enough of you,
You coloured your skies
With the blue that I provide,
My pain soothes your soul
As though we're all a game
Moving your pawns back
and forth.

A chess game where
going back is a possibility
each strategy filled with
nothing but hostility.

This is my legacy
Read my words
And you will hear
the sounds of my cries
Read my words
And you will find
the tattered pieces
of my life.

You won't find me dead,
You won't take me alive.
I've got nothing left to hide.
Star Gazer
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Star Gazer
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