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Jeremy Betts May 20
In fits of rage
And bouts of pain
I recall all you said to me
And I pound my fists
Against your memory
Till they bruise and bleed
And I concede
And you succeed
In breaking me finally
But in a twist of fate
That's what it took to be freed

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jǫrð Dec 2020
Brought the 62
Eight of Swords burned in carpet
Told me you'd bound me
The History: 'If circumstances were different' but they're not.
Scott Lipka Sep 2015
How much do you want
How much do you need
There's only so much
I'm able to concede
Talk means nothing
When your silent
Aggression is everything
When your violent
I stand alone
In a crowd
Nobody hears me
I scream so loud
In front of your face
But never seen
I'm so *****
You're so clean
From the beginning
Until the end
Rigid and uncompromising
You'll never bend
SøułSurvivør May 2015
10W

the argument ends
he won
i am martyred
in silence.



soulsurvivor
(c) 5/19/2015
It takes more guts and integrity
to be silent when you know
that you're in the right.

I'm not conceding out of cowardace
I give up for the sake of peace.

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