he wants the parts of me

that you covered with dirt

that you attempted to bury

as you sentenced my worth

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back when i would carry

the weight of your delusions

opening my heart

to a torrent of pollution

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and I have righteously concluded

that I don’t need to be a victim

of asking for permission

and condoning such convictions

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any more.

always working with precision

always living for your visions

and seeking your revisions

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i won’t walk around your shells

to stay as a guest in hotel hell

anymore.

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there’s no chance for our revival.

you're not an element to my survival

your presence was never vital

look at my face - now watch it smile


Goodbye, child.