As my mind wrestled with reality,
painful reality,
it wrought lies from nothing
and bitterness from dark.
Screams substituted by fists
made less noise
and so it was.
Now it is clearer.
The pain not so sharp.
Still there but a little less
shiny.
And I realize you've
no fault.
The world's to blame.
And you can't live on love
alone.














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