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Written on; 06th Feb 2017
Published on; 05th July 2017
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I will build a castle
with all the stones you throw my way
cut my skin bone deep
on the shards of my heart that you laid to waste
I will collect all the poison
that has found its way into my veins
spit it out through my fingertips
in poetry, in prose, words that'll forever remain
I will shred off the old skin
that has blemishes of your toxic state
view myself as a fresh, blank canvas
let the brush of this new perspective paint me in colours that'll never fade
I can pierce my soul
let in all the cruelty, all the self loathe and blame
But forge them into weapons of empathy, of compassion
the kind of strength you could never take away
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