i make my amends with my own god
and i remember the times i lie on beaches
of violet sand, thinking:
' at least i'm not you'
detrimental imaginaings of
dragons and fairies stealing
your innocence and ignoring your
pleas for merciful resentment,
that is not me. i stand on my
own two feet of joy and defiance,
if i needed anything, it is there, and i
have nothing to be ungrateful for.
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