it does no good to hold a grudge
why don't you let me be the judge?
you buy time just to let it waste
it's clear you can't make haste
you can't just use me as a crutch
i won't you hold you up, won't spare you a touch
fuck off, you can do that much.
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Poesíaredefinition; sculpting, acceptance. figuring out which way to go. questioning mortality. new sense of direction. restarting internal insurrections. letting go and standing tall. "in a cave where light cannot be a winding maze of multiple ways to es...
