I gave you the help you needed, I gave you the the euphemistic mood. Yet you treated me like I was circumvallate, And I came out with imbrue. Here I am standing Having ire yet blithe I'm sorry that I'm not sheepish, I now feel, finally, alive. ⚠️ warning: story contains foul language, angst, brutality, depression, psychological abuse and suicidal tendencies.All Rights Reserved