When it doesn't sit right,
and you can't help but fidget,
and the feeling only gnaws.
Cut yourself free.
Slice through the vines that hold you.
Use the fire within,
to burn what's outside of you.
When you have to choose,
between pain and hurt and you.
Always,
choose,
you.
Feb 17, 2018
Feb 17, 2018 at 10:31 AM UTC
When it doesn't sit right,
and you can't help but fidget,
and the feeling only gnaws.
Cut yourself free.
Slice through the vines that hold you.
Use the fire within,
to burn what's outside of you.
When you have to choose,
between pain and hurt and you.
Always,
choose,
you.
I choose me.
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