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You painted my weakness porcelain and
smashed me with accusations
quarantined my seeds of hope
left bruises and insults where kisses
should go
you made your rage my fault
and took vengeance

you caught me in a breakdown
and played with my vulnerability
toyed with the instability
your eyes smiling every time you echoed
suicide into my depression

some damsels in distress are saved
by white knights or caring princes
but others are swept up by vampires
soul hunters from the dark realms

you caught me in a breakdown
already broken
and it took mountains moving
to survive you
but here I am

having dreams sometimes
instead of just nightmares

~Rye Sing

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