The Blade of Recovery

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Give me my closure
Am I not deserving of such
My beating heart torn
The tears I shed too much

They mean nothing to you
As you don't seem know
My troublesome past,
Haunts me in the shadows wherever I go

The lies hold me tighter
Their grasp around my neck not loose
I ask you silently with a smile
Free me from this imaginable noose

My thoughts are dangerous
Mostly to myself
I write all my feeling down
Label each book and put them on a shelf

You'll never read them
I suppose this is my true fear
I'll pull through a bit longer
Maybe everything will change this year

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