here thru the words you drempt for me
managed to
open up victims eyes
she was ashamed of you
for all the whispers you stifled i'm proud of you
captive in freedom
to lose that which you choose
me,
i'm still writing more
less than i can afford
curtains have formed again
this pill you understand
that heart is dormant now
flesh colored ribbons show
this world has never been
a place for a strangers hand
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