Pillows have been drenched way too many times
Hearts have been twisted in aching angles
Identities, relationships, histories have been questioned
Hands wrung, teeth grit, hopes lost
And the brink of the resurrection
Of the renewal of mind and soul
I find a call to return
To the dark ages of my heart
And instead of heeding the call
I turn my back
Refusing, hands raised to a stop.
No longer will I take any more of the misery
That you have sentenced on me.
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