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Aug 2017
You didn't have to
try to **** me
I would have died
on my own all alone

Yet at that moment
when I was
interminable weak
I somehow then
became strong

In those days
of your worst
degradation
That was the time
I stood up

I walked on
steadfast and confident
into the places of
the greatest unknown

You didn't have to
visit all destruction
upon me

I was destroyed already
With little left that was
and not much left
to retrieve

That was when
I brought it
back together
to proceed

To again and again begin
the journey that brought
me faith once more

To when I again
in myself
believed.

-R.

2.26.17

-LA
©2017
G Rog Rogers
Written by
G Rog Rogers  M/Los Angeles
(M/Los Angeles)   
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     Demonatachick and Ryan Holden
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