I strive to find myself
scream into this heat blasted sand
I push deep the blade
deep into my hand
I look down to see
try to understand
finding myself is the blood
trickling to the ground
I'm a shrivling rose
waiting to be found
I look into this glass
a mirror with you looking back
I struggle to comprehend
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