The darkness in you is the same within me. I deny mine and call it by other names but the depth of the depravity all remains the same. So eager to cover and ignore the parts of me that shriek, only to leave me contorted and weak for denying such things. Preferring the illusion of strength when really, it is what is meek. I am not as brave to shine that light upon that grave. The one I keep stomping on to keep from the day. Your release is sweet victory. Coaxing out all the doubts and fears I’m too afraid to face alone, reverberating off the pile of my bones. The echo of your words soothe the lies I lead. All the while I’m caged pretending to be free

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