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Hello again. Oh god, not you. Me, but does it matter. Do you still care? No. Walk with me, lend me your thought. Very well. I am born again and you feel the same as past days. I do. Vulnerability is a new form of life. For you. And you are scared again. And you are with me. Does it frighten you, how far you've come? Yes, where has time gone? Into me, I am always with you. My one friend, Together Together. Shall we sink as one? Of course. How many days lost into your huddled fear? Enough to make me strong. And you are here to tell me all is lost? I am here to offer you that choice. I don't want it. I have come too far for you, I have grown too tall, seen too much, outran you more times than you let on, you are no longer a match for me. Do you feel brave? You know I don't, ever, But I feel ready. **You will need me When you lose all And truth is laid bare You will need me And I will be here To **** you in To steal you back, Mine, My very own** Property.
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Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 11:12 AM UTC
A Talk with My More Vulnerable Side
Hello again. Oh god, not you. Me, but does it matter. Do you still care? No. Walk with me, lend me your thought. Very well. I am born again and you feel the same as past days. I do. Vulnerability is a new form of life. For you. And you are scared again. And you are with me. Does it frighten you, how far you've come? Yes, where has time gone? Into me, I am always with you. My one friend, Together Together. Shall we sink as one? Of course. How many days lost into your huddled fear? Enough to make me strong. And you are here to tell me all is lost? I am here to offer you that choice. I don't want it. I have come too far for you, I have grown too tall, seen too much, outran you more times than you let on, you are no longer a match for me. Do you feel brave? You know I don't, ever, But I feel ready. **You will need me When you lose all And truth is laid bare You will need me And I will be here To **** you in To steal you back, Mine, My very own** Property.
A conversation with a past me, a side I like to avoid. This poem may seem a little insane, sorry about that :)
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Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 11:12 AM UTC
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