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Fingers trembling,
i softly strum
crinkling the paper, on which reads
What have I become?

A sacrifice is to be made,
one of dignity and creativity
Something must die
To salvage my sanity

First you find the chords
That hurt you the most,
the ones that become you
Like a virus, infecting the host.

And then, label this second
you find your own beat
the one that changes the mood a little,
so it isnt so bleak.

Thirdly, you'll add
poetry to match
words that sooth your soul
and for others to catch

Finally, a melody
of softly strung tears
the kind that is so subtle
to relay your fears

After that, you're done.
You're finished, all through.
You'll start again and wonder
who are you?


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