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Zaima 1d
The Thing You Carry
The things weary me the most
The word you choose
Stabbed my soul the most
The dagger I gave you
The power I gave you
The sword I gave you
You're using,
Manipulating,
Bearing the flag of supremacy
You nearly got me choking
You say I use AI
You don't know what I bear
You say it's emotionless
But you don't know what I carry
The weight I carry
Is hard to bury
The pain you raised
Is hard to erase
The trauma you caused
Is gonna cost
You think you're the best
Being a ***** is not the best
You say you're my friend, but all I see is an insecure girl
Who claims herself as a girl's girl
You're nothing more than a two-faced *****
You say you know me
But you still carry the 15-years-old me I bury
You’re blinded by your own mess to notice the stress
I'm hurting, I'm suffering, I'm evolving, I'm embracing
I'm writing, I'm shining, I'm penning it down, I'm hiding, I'm diving
I'm not a seashore bird, constantly migrating
I'm the Phoenix — always rising
Zaima 1d
I’m pouring, I’m souring, but they say I’m boring.
I’m living, I’m loving, but they say I’m faking.
I’m trying, but they just say I’m crying.
I’m thriving, I’m rising, but to them I’m just starving.
I’m healing, I’m feeling, but they just say I’m still dealing.
I’m writing, I’m fighting, but they say I am just cynical.
I’m carving, I’m devouring, but to them I’m just copy-and-pasting.
I’m being true to myself, but they say I’m hiding, I’m deceiving.
I’m raw, I’m blunt, I’m what I am to them, I’m rude and shrewd.
I’m embracing, I’m evolving —
am I becoming what I feared?

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