if this will ever get better it will surely get worse who says what, when, where, who calls who first is hope even worth holding or do i wipe it off my hands the situation paces restless in the places that it stands i watch with aching despair from my own bird's eye how can i bring you air without losing my sky you threw up your borders i just drew a line will it trace back to you or erase over time i fly like a phoenix, i hover over your mule as it thrashes its hooves in a sorrow-full pool i know only to rise now so i can't dive back down and besides, if i tried we both surely would drown i didn't dig a grave or burn a bridge, i broke a cycle the life you gave i yearned to live, the alternative was suicidal it was never what i wanted - to be a self-inflicted orphan now i lay awake haunted by a cursed, reversed abortion
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