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Oct 2020
Your words can ****** me,
like a serrated knife
into the,
core of my serenity.
Killing the peace within me.

Drive me to despair.
This is how you care?
With words of poison that 'make my heart bleed.
Then blaming me for planting that seed.

What scares me is your
hipocritic validations you seem to fabricate
Its blat tenly disregarded
Its your most manipulative and daunting trait

I admit that I am no better than you.
For sin is sin, but faith can renew.

But I cant force you,
I cant compel you,
to take your fear
and drown it within.
No more excuse to play pretend.

It's hard, there is pain,
but a new life is whats to gain.

We have ****** and condemned ourselves
like we are afraid to walk on burning coals.
The drive and desire to change
outweighs
ANY pain from deep within our souls.
Bianca Bach
Written by
Bianca Bach  37/F
(37/F)   
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   Junior McIntyre
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